Then, recently, via text message, I experienced the first drive the new owners took in my old GTO. And I think this might have been the moment when the healing really began.
There they were, out for their first drive, windows down with three young kids along for the ride—and everyone having an absolute blast.
I loved seeing that.
For years, that GTO had been part of my story. It took me on countless adventures and even made an appearance on Jay Leno’s Garage. There were plenty of reasons to be sad watching it leave.
But then I pictured those three kids riding around with the windows down, listening to that 389 CI tri-carb Pontiac V8 and experiencing an old car the way I think old cars are supposed to be experienced.
Suddenly, selling it didn’t feel quite so bad. In fact, there was something wonderfully appropriate about it.
ONE PERSON’S LAST DRIVE BECOMES SOMEONE ELSE’S FIRST.
My final drive in the Mustang had been on a beautiful, sunny Ohio afternoon with my nephews—creating one last memory before the car went to its new home.
Now the GTO was doing exactly the opposite. It was creating someone else’s first memory.
One group of kids was there for the end of my chapter with a car. Three other kids were there for the beginning of their family’s chapter with another.
That may be one of the best things about this hobby.