|I'm pretty sure she much preferred the weather in Miami|
|and going to car shows instead of watching us work on the house 24/7|
Now when we moved to less than tropical Pittsburgh, a garage was supposed to be a requirement for anything we bought. We know how that worked out...
We left Daphne in South Florida safely tucked into my parents garage until we figured out exactly what we would do. We eventually bought one of those tarp type carports, and assembled it on our concrete slab in preparation for bringing her home. Unfortunately, by the time she got here her shed was full of house parts.
|Our first "garage"|
This is the part where I reveal just what a horrible person I am. Before we got the shed unloaded to park her inside for the winter she got a flat tire, and ended up parked under a tree that first winter because I convinced myself I needed to save up and buy a set of whitewalls ($$$$$). That following spring we moved the schoolhouse, thinking we'd have it up and built by the end of the summer. We moved the carport to store schoolhouse parts, landlocking the ghia until the shed could be moved. We never did order those tires...
|stranded between all the woodpiles|
Well, another winter has passed, the schoolhouse is built but all the siding is still neatly piled up inside, and Daphne still sat under her tree.
Two days ago I saw a groundhog crawl underneath her. It was more than I could take. With nightmarish visions of warrens of groundhogs making a home underneath her I pulled off the cover - half expecting her to be stuffed to the brim with leaves and acorns. Nope, only some very large spiders. She was pretty well rusted into place, but we freed her up by jacking up the tires to loosen them up, and with help we got her rolled out of her resting place. A new battery, tightening up the belt, fresh gas and 10 minutes of trying to turn over the engine and she sputtered to life, blowing out a billow of black smoke and spiderwebs out of her tail pipes. Two plain old tires are ordered and on their way here.