Is it me? Am I the only person on the planet that feels that parting with a special car is like selling one of your children to medical research? “Johnny… this is Dr. Mindbender, you’ll be living with him from now on at his laboratory. Let us know how you’re doing if you get a chance in-between experiments.” I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but this is how I’ve felt everytime I’ve sold a car.
The first time I encountered this strange “separation anxiety” was when I sold my TR3. This was my first classic car and the first car I ever restored. I spent countless hours restoring this car not just because it was a miserable basket case (first in a long line) but also because I was learning “the restoration craft” as I went along. A lot of my blood went into and onto that car!
