I grew up in this car - on Model T tours with the Model T Club of America (yes, it exists), on drives down by the beach, the local parade on the 4th, reading Henry Ford's biography to my dad from the back seat as he restored it. Once, our family was on the front page of a local paper up in Prince Edward Island, all of us smack dab in the middle of our awkward stages. Car looked good, though.
This weekend, Hugo went for his first ride. It felt like the start of something wonderful.