I was a teenager. I needed a new car. My Mom had totalled my first car. (Don't even go there.) I took a friend to help me car shop. He saw the beautiful used Chevy Nova, new upholstery, 4-on-the-floor, and it was love at first sight.
HE didn't have to drive it to college.
After almost two years of being stranded unpredictably, my boyfriend offered to buy it from me. It would be his project car.
It was a project, all right.
But seeing this beautiful classic car today was still very exciting. They just don't make them like they used to.
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