And I love the story. So cool to read stories about families with the same passion for cars. I’m the odd ball in my family. They see 50year old scrap metal, which given the condition of both cars, they aren’t far from it. But I see something different. Something historic. You see to me, the old cars represent more than hunks of metal. They have a soul, bits of souls from people who built them, designed them and owned them. Unlike today’s cars that are mostly robotic built, back then, every car was hand assembled. The tolerances stack up because people aren’t perfect so why should the cars be any different. Today’s cookie cutter cars, even the performance ones are nice cars, but they just don’t have that same connection. It’s weird.