The year was 1978 and I was well on my way to restoring my first "antique" car.
1978 was a wonderful year. I was out of school and making decent money as a rep for The Virginian-Pilot. I had a small apartment at Bolling Square. Here I am by my back door pulling off some tape after a small paint touch-up. Bell bottoms, sandals and Disco music most likely playing in the background. Dig the aviator glasses.
I really thought of this Windsor as an "antique" car. No wonder. The car was 30 years old. I was just 26.
That would be like me restoring a 1979 Chrysler today. Not so "antique" after all.
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