The day

It was a  sunny, a day like any other day, that's how these things are supposed to start right? Actually it was a sunny day, however that day would prove not to be like any other day.

To begin again, I guess that would sorta make this the second beginning? I had only a few months earlier loaded up my life's belongings and moved across the state, love is pretty powerful like that. With a new environment and surroundings came new stories of cars wasting away in garages.

I'll admit I was slow to respond as I didn't have much to offer if the story turned out to be true. After some time I felt I was in the position to investigate these wispers.

I had been told repeatedly that the fable I was being told was nothing of the sort. That although I had been to this house on numerous occasions having not seen anything to indicate that what lies beneath my feet.

The teller of the story was unquestionably dependable, also the resident was without question in nature. Two people I still find as important parts of my life to this day.

However I just couldn't bring myself to believe that my "white wale" quietly lurks beneath me. I finally brought myself to build the courage to find out for certain if this story would have a happy ending or continue to be the one that got away.

So in the middle of the afternoon I stood in a dark garage in the basement of a Seattle home in one of it's more vintage neighborhoods. As the car cover was pulled back and the dust lingered in the air I stood wobbling on weakened knees trying to catch my breath.

Lying at rest in beautifully checkered black lacquer sat "the Black Pearl" as it's come to be known. A real steel fifty five Chevrolet two door had top, with a messaged three fifty and a four speed.

After several years of sitting it took some coaxing and a little smoking of the clutch to get it out on the street. Once the hands stopped shaking and the clutch cooled down, it was time for our maiden voyage.