When Andy was in high school, a 25-year-old car joined the family fleet. They affectionately named her "Bessie" and she was Andy's to drive. She became quite popular with the high school kids, and Andy's claim to fame, among other things,(which won't be mentioned here) was Bessie. After high school, Andy left for a mission, returned 2 years later, went to the University of Utah, got wise, and married me. In the meantime, Bessie was handed down from one brother to the other.
A lot can happen to a poor, defenseless car when teenage boys are driving. Over the years, a great deal of work went in to restoring this 1941 Chevy. When we lived in Idaho, we had her for a couple of years. There was an elderly widow that I'd take to the store and the doctor office. She LOVED riding in Bessie, even though there are no seat belts. While driving down the road, if anyone looked over at the car, she'd yell out the window, "This is a '41 Chevy!" So much for being inconspicuous!
Andy's brother has had Bessie for the past several years. He decided to give her up and asked Andy if he wanted her! Guess what! He did! He flew to Denver to get her and drove all the way to Utah without any problems. She had a nice wash on Saturday, has been driven several times, and has her own place in the gargage. It was weird when I caught him stroking her fender while singing, "Reunited and it feels so good!" (I think that's what I saw and heard)
Me? Jealous? Of course not!