The classic

My old man told me before he left us that his classic car was a real collectors item before the bombs fell. Was his father's pride and joy, a real "show car", whatever the hell that means.

Time hasn't been great to the old classic, but she runs as good as ever, with all the alterations my Dad and me made over the years. Something tells me my grandaddy wouldn't be happy to know what happened to her shine, but she has kept me alive all the same.