MARCH 10, 2020 BY LYDDIEE3 A Little Story About my Favorite Person Today I want to talk about my dad. He is my favorite person on this planet. I have looked up to him my whole life. Well, this past weekend we went to a car show. I usually go every year, mostly with him. This year was my favorite one. Not because the cars that were there but because he was there. Let me also mention my dad has had quite the health scares lately. He doesn't let this stop him. He pushes through any obstacle thrown his way. Anyways, I drive to pick him up and we chat the whole way through. It's never a dull moment with him. We get there and immediately he starts naming the make, model and year of the first car. So, curious me, I go read the sign. I was shocked to see him get it right. I knew my dad had knowledge for this stuff but I decided to make a game out of it and pick his brain. I began quizzing him on the cars. Now, I don't know anything really but I just went with the signs on the cars most of the time. This man got ever car year on point. Along with the make and model. AND THEN SOME. It went from being a game to a whole lesson on cars for me. He taught me how to tell the year on most sports cars and antiques. He also showed me that a lot of Fords will put a Chevy motor in it and why. If you're wondering why, it's because the parts are cheaper and easier to come by. He showed me how you tell if it's a Ford motor or a Chevy motor. He would laugh when they had the brand new mustangs in there and say "Now, why does that need to be here." We come for the antiques not the new stuff they have out. I noticed they had his favorite car in there. A couple actually. It's a 1957 Chevy Bel Air. Even with that being his favorite, he looked at the 1966 Chevy Impala and said "Now, that is what I wish I could drive out of here." I even learned that my dad has owned more Trans Am's than I have owned cars. He always liked a Chevy more than a Ford. We usually crack jokes about Fords together. My dad does love his cars. I remember when I was a kid, I was just learning to write my name. I took a pen and carved, not wrote, I literally mean carved my name into the back of his Cutlass. Let me remind you, I am pretty sure this was still new to him. He was so proud of this car. I even remember him showing it off to his friends when he first got it. He was so upset with me. I'm pretty sure he was proud that I could write my name but I bet he regrets leaving that pen so close to my reach. I unfortunately wasn't the only one who had done some damage to this car. Mine was the worst but my brother also shoved his Tudor's biscuit down into the seat. I think it's safe to say we were a pain in the rear. These are my favorite memories of my dad. The ones of him and his cars. The ones of him teaching me what he knows and how he knows it. I hope to one day shock someone with all of this knowledge like he does me everyday.