My Dad

By Rochelle Lloyd

Sometimes the things that we want can take a long time to come to fruition. Leslie Householder likens it to having a baby. Even if that baby is a little later than expected we know it’s still coming—and we can’t wait! Recently a dream I had came to fruition—but it took a very long time.

When I was a little girl, I adored my dad. He was my hero. There was a song entitled “My dad” by Janeen Brady. It went something like this:

My dad’s the biggest guy and,
My dad’s the strongest guy and
My dad’s the nicest guy of any guy in town
He can do anything he’ll fix your bike or fly a kite cuz my dad’s, my dad’s the greatest guy around

He can throw a ball so high you think it’s gonna break the sky,
he knows the name of every kind of jet
He can add up any sum,
He always has money for bubble gum;
I haven’t figured how he does it yet, but,

My dad’s the smartest guy and
My dad’s the bravest guy and
My dad’s the neatest guy it’s positively so
Maybe I’ll introduce you then you’ll know that it’s the truth cuz my dad’s, my dad’s the greatest guy you know

My dad couldn’t have named any kind of jet, but he could name you nearly every car complete with who made it, what year it was made, the differences in body styles, and the specs for each. He would talk about cars all the time—and I loved it! I gained a love for a well manufactured and tuned machine. I will always cherish those moments. I remember very vividly the day he talked about the Chevy Bel Air. It was the beginning of the muscle car era. As one who got visibly excited at the deep rumble of an engine this was music to my ears. As my dad explained the history of each, the 1955, ’56, and ’57, along with the characteristics of each one I had decided right them and there I would own a 1957 one day. I was 10.

Fast forward 30+ years. I had spent nearly a year learning about the laws governing success in an “Achieving the Impossible” class taught by Leslie Householder. I was in need of a car for our youngest son to get to and from school. I was having no luck locally and had the thought to try eBay motors. As I was looking in a specific price range, I came across some old cars. Every time I saw them I thought of the 10 year old me and wondered if someday…….then it happened.

It was there, my car. It was the perfect color; it was the perfect year. The glass was original, and it only had 30,000 miles on it. It didn’t matter that there was a lot of work to be done on it, I had started dreaming again and I wanted to just experience bidding on it. I had no hope of winning it as they go for much more than I was willing to pay, but it was a step towards the ultimate dream. I asked my husband if we could. Wanting to help me dream he said, “of course”. I was elated!

Four days went by and the bidding was coming to a close with nearly 100 people watching it. I had been outbid by $100. I thought, “ok, just another $100 over that”, then I was done. I watched, again believing that in the last seconds I would be outbid. As the time ticked down second by second my heart beat faster. The last second came then I looked at my husband and said, “I think we just bought a car”. I was in a bit of shock. I was the owner of a 1957 Chevy Bel Air.

In speaking with the seller, he had stated that he had taken it to a number of shows with no one being interested for one reason or another. Some even told him to sell it for parts. As it had been in their family, he had hopes it would go to someone who wanted it for their family—not just to fix it and sell it. This car, to me, was to be a linking of generations. My dad, then me, and eventually to my kids and grandkids. It is to be a legacy. His response to me was that, “it was meant to be with you”. The gestation was long but that dream never died.


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