About a year ago my son became nuts over cars. He'd eyeball every car we passed on the road, especially the hot red ones. Car magazines started turning up all over the place. Sometimes, I swear, he made car noises in his sleep.
I was mentioning this, last fall, in an email to a Chicago friend.
Chris wrote back. "Remember when I used to carpool the kids in that ancient truck we had back then? Guess what? We still have it! It hasn't run in at least a decade, but if he wants it, and if you can get it from here to there, it's yours."