In 1991 I was in high school and a neighbor brought home a 1972 Ford Maverick Sprint and parked it in front of his house. I fell in love with it and eventually bought it.
I could go on about what it meant to to me but the short story is it sat in my garage for almost the whole 20 years I’ve been in New Mexico. It’s pretty clear that I will never have the money to finish working on it and it’s just clutter at this point.
I sold it. It was hard but it’s better at this point.