This was a pretty sad story, on a number of fronts. Yet it draws a valuable conclusion that makes you stop and think about the stuff we collect and hold dear.
Here’s a snippet from the story:
It was June 14, 2000, — the hottest day of the year in Lodi. The mercury had climbed to 107.
Out of nowhere, a Jeep Grand Cherokee bounced off a light pole and crashed through a garage in a peaceful and quiet neighborhood.
In its wake were the remains of a 1963 Porsche — twisted like a pretzel, as it was hurled into the garage and family room walls. Only the right rear quarter panel remained unscathed.
Moments before, it had been a show-winning classic, purchased new by my father. Dad drove it for 27 years, rebuilding the engine twice. He gave me the car in 1990, knowing cancer would soon end his life.
This is definitely worth reading. It made me stop and reflect a bit (which is never a bad thing). The author reflects at the end about how quickly material gains can disappear. An interesting thing to consider, especially with something that can be as extreme as a collectible Porsche.
Read the rest of the story here: LodiNews.com