Car Gazing

There’s much joy to be had in reflecting on a car that’s been such a big part of your life

- Lynn Rentz

When I first met him, my husband Rod had been an admirer of vehicles, especially muscle cars of the ’60s—the cars of his youth. A wealth of information, he could name the year, make and model of almost any car, even if we saw it in passing on the opposite side of a four-lane highway. This was amazing to me, as I tended to identify cars based on their size and colour. Whenever we passed a local “Show ‘N Shine,” we always stopped to have a look around. Finally, in the spring of 1997, the year he turned 50, Rod graduated from admirer to owner with the purchase of a 1967 Camaro convertible. When we first went to look at the car, it was sitting in the corner of a farmer’s Quonset hut, covered in dust, and had not been driven in years. But it fired right up and, in a matter of minutes, we decided to purchase it. The following day, we returned with a cheque and Rod proudly drove it home.