It's turning out to be a LOVE-hate relationship.
I love how cute the old blue '52 is, and how people wanna give me thumbs up when I drive by.
I hate the all-too-ridiculously-frequent stops at the gas station to fuel up, thanks to the eight miles a gallon I am getting. (although it is rather fun when the guy fueling up next to me wants to give me a thumbs up and ask all about it.)
I love how great the upholstery job came out, and the snazzy new black snap on cover for the truck bed.
I love the original cutie-patootie sun visor.
I love how all of my pals at work wanna ride to lunch in old blue, 'coz it's just so danged much fun.
I hate that I am getting a whopping eight miles to the gallon. (Maybe I already mentioned that.)
Thank goodness my Rock n' Roll Buddy has (way, way) more patience and ingenuity in the area of working on improving the mileage challenge, as well a tinkering on lots of the little things that need some sort of attention. He says with some adjustments and improvements I can look forward to getting upwards of twelve miles to the gallon possibly at some point.
Apparently driving something this sweet has its' price.
And I am okay with that.
You can't put a price on cute, after all.
In addition to my charming mode of transportaion, I am feeling pretty blessed to have somebody by my side that not only sees my vision of a dream car, but is happy to see what all needs to be tweaked, adjusted,tightened, polished, painted or sanded...yep, I am one lucky girl.