Tragedy Strikes!
So I went out to my garage to work on my girlfriends car, she drives a 88 Honda accord, which I _______ing hate. While looking over my 70 project I noticed on my fully restored 68 that something was amiss. I got a car cover for the 68 for Christmas this year and had discovered that it was the wrong year. Not wanting to have any hurt feelings I grinned and bared it and used it anyway. Well her cat got trapped in the garage recently and it of course has a nasty habit of crawling on vehicles. I immediately spotted that my antenna was broken off at the base and now I need to replace it! As you can imagine I was devastated. There goes the original part. As an update to my project I recently replaced both floor pans and am traveling to a nearby metropolitan area to purchase some disc brakes to put on the front end. I will upload pics of the floors when I get a new usb cord.
Once upon a time after high school we were 1 bus short and my buddy didnt want to take the bus because it was going to be 1hr to get home...He didnt want to take bus because he had to crap really bad. He asked to use my crapper and let himself off at my house..I told him no Fn' way and I would drive him home. My car was covered and I told him to be careful taking it off because of the antenna...I went in to get the keys. In his panic he just ripped the cover off and took the antenna with it...I drove very slow to his house until we hit the rough road then I sped up. I almost timed it just right. he started to crap himself as he entered his bathroom... I was off 30 seconds... -Gun
My wife's cat poked a million holes in my brand new thinsulate sleeping pad a while back. I about came unglued about that (it's probably a good thing he hid and I couldn't find him). I can't imagine if he did something to my car.
I have become something of a fanatic about keeping my 65 original. However as you explained above, you have your priorities straight in life. It's just an antenna on an old car. Much less important than someone who cares about you. And I'm talking about the person who gave you the car cover, not the damn cat.


