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With every second I had to spare, and every penny I could find I took on the project, not to restore a classic muscle car, but to create a dream, that most people can't fulfill until their too old to use it. With the winter months approaching and a new credit card, given to me by my grandpa, I hunkered down for a long winter, hopefully the last one until my metal dream would roar to life. Football games, parties and social events came and gone as I spent my free time working on my dream. .
"Hey J! Wana go catch a movie with the gang tonight?- would ask one of my "school- friends during the day. I always had an answer to keep me at home.
Two months later, I heard the beast come alive; filling my basement with so much noise that it almost hurt your ears. It felt like I was at a Nascar racetrack watching Jeff Gordon run his time trial. In early spring it was finished, with only a new paint job, and some interior work left to complete I knew my goal of finishing it before graduation could be a reality. .
"How much money did it end up needing?- asked my grandpa on the telephone. .
"Only about $2000,"" I lied. "We ended up finding almost all the parts it needed in junkyards and salvage shops."".
The truth was I had taken out a loan to pay of the credit card, and then used the credit card to buy the last few things I needed. In the end I knew the numbers were more like 5 times that much, but I wasn't going to tell him that. .
But I could tell my grandpa knew I was lying. He wasn't stupid and anyone could tell that car needed more than $2000 dollars to get it up to tiptop shape. But I didn't care; I didn't want my grandpa to know I spent every penny I had earned to make this flying motor on wheels run. I had to finish it no matter what, and deep down I knew a little money wasn't going to stop me. Cooley my Grandpa would say, "Well, make sure you send me some pictures of it when you finish it,"" as we finished our long distance conversation.