...and headed to her new home in Salt Lake City.
Her new owner is a great guy. Jeff has signed up here now. Hopefully he will start posting here soon and share his unique story on how he trailed her home.
A bittersweet moment, for sure, but I was granted visitation rights whenever I'm in Salt Lake.
It just so happens that my daughter lives in Salt Lake...
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That was a fast transaction, glad every facet went smoothly for you .
long drive it is..
Congratulations, Terry!
Visit your daughter, visit Salt Lake, but maybe just let the car go.
About a dozen years after I left home and my folks had sold the house, I found myself back in Philly once with an afternoon to kill. I drove by the old place and the new owners noticed me taking some photos. My dad's old landscaping had been mostly torn out and redone.
They asked if I wanted to come in and look around, but I politely declined.
Like sleeping dogs, warm and fuzzy memories are probably best left undisturbed.
@Sacto Mitch posted:Like sleeping dogs, warm and fuzzy memories are probably best left undisturbed.
Boy, do I hear that.
I sold my dream house (the one dad and I built) about 5 years ago. It ended up with a good friend... but every time I see what's happened to it, I feel a little sick to my stomach.
You really can't go home again.
My parents sold the house they bought 5 up from Lake Ontario in 1962 for $13000.
Fine side split it was and they raised 5 great kids in it, me being the youngest. They sold it in 2005 for $450,000 and the new owner took out a few walls (ubiquitous open concept) re-did the kitchen and sold it for $780,000 a year later. The new buyer knocked it down and built a McMansion on it and sold it for $3,200,000
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess ....
The changes the second owner made for fabulous....but my Dad would never go see it.
Sold our totally updated Chambersburg, PA 3 years ago. I remodeled and Connie did the interior decorating and yes, we both miss the home. Our decision to downsize ina townhome for retirement was a no brainer making day to day living very comfortable.
I really don't have an issue with someone else owning Penny. I never really owned her, I guess. Penny has her own entity, I was merely along for the ride...and the repairs and modifications. Watching her pull away on the trailer I was like, "I'm sad to see her go" and, at the same time, "Wow! What a gorgeous car!".
I will visit and enjoy hearing about the adventures of Penny and her new rider.
When my parents moved to Fresno from Germany in the late 60’s they bought a tract home and we lived there until 1977. It was the house I felt a strong connection to because it was the first house I remembered living in. I’d drive by every now and then and look at the house. It was never in the same condition after we left. It always seemed to be a little more run down every time I saw it. It made me sad. Then one day I helped serve a search warrant at the house. That was the end. I’ve never driven by it again.
