This post is part of Februarys Synchroblog. The subject for this month is 'Renewal'. Other participants will be listed at the end of this post.
I have a friend who owns a very very rare and expensive classic car. It's value is not relevant because it's not for sale and never will be. Too much love, attention, time and money has been invested in this machine for it to ever part company with him.
Unfortunately, a number of years ago this car was stolen from what he thought was a safe and secure garage on his property. The thief who stole it must have had some idea of its value or maybe he just thought that because it was so secure it must be worth something. Whatever his motive, he didn't treat the car well. (My friend later found out that the thief was a former employee of his whom he had had to fire.)
When the car was finally found it was pretty much wrecked. There wasn't a panel that wasn't dented and/or badly scratched. All the lights were broken. The front end was smashed in causing major damage to the radiator which in turn had cooked the engine. To cut a long story short, when my friend got his car back it was pretty much worthless and unrecognizable.
Fortunately, my friend knew a car restorer who had a passion for classic cars. When the restorer saw the state of my friends' pride and joy he wept. He'd seen photos of it before it was stolen and understood my friends' anguish at what had been lost.
Nobody dared keep tabs on how many hours and how much money was spent fixing the car and, to be honest, no one really cared. Everyone concerned just wanted the car back to it's original condition.
Today that precious car is back in my friends' garage. There's still work that needs doing but the restorer has done an amazing job so far. Most of the time she runs beautifully and the paint job is amazing. My friend can see his reflection in it like a mirror.
I made the mistake the other day of asking my friend how fast the car goes? Oops! Wrong question. He told me quite bluntly that it doesn't matter how fast she goes. It wasn't made for the wide open highway. My friend put it in these words.
"This car was built for those beautiful narrow country roads where taking your time isn't considered a waste of time. She was made for those places where the journey is just as important as the destination, where the scenery and natures scents energize the senses.
Not like these modern cars where all the comfort is designed to be self contained. Air conditioning, sound systems, Sat-Nav, auto everything. If you travel the right roads you don't need all that. Modern cars kind of reflect society, always in a hurry and very self centred. People today need to stop and smell the roses. My car helps me do that. It refreshes me, slows me down and helps me to refocus."
We finished our conversation with him telling me that I should get a classic car myself. "With a caring owner and a good restorer you'll be amazed at what you end up with. It'll make you feel new."
Other participants in this months synchroblog are...