Lost Loves

You can’t have everything. Where would you put it?

Andy Bolig - August 15, 2013 10:00 AM


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That statement rings true in my mind as I think back on several dear cars that have slipped through my fingers.

Social media and the Internet have made the world a much smaller place. One of the benefits of the digital age is the ability to keep up with friends and family that are far away. Various sites allow for such proliferous updating and status reports that most likely, you have at least one “friend” who can’t help but share their latest Smoothie experience or what they’re having for their next meal.

On the other side of the coin, it allows us to keep current with others who don’t “over-share” and also have like-minded enthusiasm. I happened upon a photo album posted by an old friend on one such instance. He’s been into cars since high school and to his credit, he has somehow held onto EVERY car that he’s ever owned, right down to his first one! I couldn’t help but be a little envious of his fortuitous situation and fondly thought back to several of the cars that I’ve had the pleasure to park in my driveway, at least, for a little while.

Being a car-crazed teenager just as the muscle car era was picking up steam meant that I could only view the taillights of those savory big-block cars as they were peeling away from my affordability, but that didn’t mean that I was destined to drive mom’s green, four-door Grenada either! Sure, there may have been more Bondo than steel in some of their quarter panels, but they ran and they were my keys of independence. Like most enthusiasts, there were a few that served only the role of daily transportation and were real snores, but I’ve had a few cars that were interesting, fun and nowadays, quite desirable. Not that I’d want them so that I could sell them and make a profit. They’d mean more than simply dollar signs and to be able to relive some of the moments in them would be a great thrill.

Back then, trying to rub two nickels together in hopes to find another couple of pennies between them meant that simply keeping them on the road took most of my cash and efforts. If I had held on to them for the long haul, would they have eventually morphed into pristine examples of what I wished they were when I was younger? Would working on them and constantly improving them become the goal? Would they continue to be as much fun as when I was younger? Decisions made years ago have dictated that we’ll never know.

Since those automotive sands have slipped through my hands, I can only hope for quality, not quantity. While there are some cars that I would love to have one more opportunity to drive, I’m thankful that I’ve got others that still reside in the Bolig garage. In fact, two of them, while not muscle cars, were ones that I would have only dreamed of owning way back when. The fact that they’re still in process probably speaks volumes as to why having each and every one wouldn’t be a good idea for me.

Whether time, finances or focus dictates their completion dates, it doesn’t help diminish the “what if” thoughts or wondering what might have been, had I kept a tighter grip on the few that got away. Does the desire to have them back drive me to complete the current crop of cars that I still hold title to, or are the memories growing ever fonder as the years pass by?

Either way, it doesn’t take away from all the fun that I had while I held the keys. In fact, unlike the bodies that comprised them, those memories will never rust or tarnish, but continue to get better as the years roll by. They’re also much easier to store each and every one of them!