About a month ago, Mom says, "Let's go out to the local diner for dinner. I'll meet you & your brother there."
I must explain, my brother drives an AMC Eagle wagon & keeps the back seat folded down as that's where he throws his wheelchair after he gets in. I drive an 04 Chevy Colorado extended cab & although Mom has been in the "back seat" of the truck, it's difficult for her to get in & out (we only did this once). :crowded: Mom drives a Toyota Rav4 & keeps the back seat & rear pretty much full of stuff for her cat shows (it only seats 2 now), hence the, "I'll meet you there" comment.
My brother asks why we don't take the Caddy (90 SDV). Well, duh! :bang2: Why didn't I think of that! The car had spent the previous 3-4 months parked by the road with a for sale sign on it & I'd completely forgotten about it, even though it was still registered & insured.
So, off we went, brother in the front, Mom in the back seat, wheelchair in the trunk. We pull out, head down the road & Mom comments about how spacious & comfortable it is back there.
After dinner, on the way back home, Mom asks what the Caddy needs (could use new tires, a couple motor mounts, & a couple other minor things) & says, "Whatever it needs, get it done & I'll pay." :worship:
Since then, we've been out to eat at least once a week & always the same, pile in the Caddy & 'drive Miss Daisy.'
Last weekend, the weather was pretty nice here, so bro & I break out the polisher & attack the dead paint on the Cad. Three & a half hours later...
the car is a solid 20/20 car, & looks better than it has in probably 6-7 years (I've "owned" it for 2 years, but the GF was using it until last summer when she inherited an '89 Olds 88).
Like I said, I think I've created a monster. Mom is enjoying being cheuffered around in the Caddy &, to tell the truth, I enjoy driving it. :cloud9: