I was touched by the story below. It had more than the normal impact on me as I was born in ’57, turn ’57 this year, and dreamed of owning a ’57 Chevy Bel-Air with metallic paint the color of root beer (my favorite drink at the time.) I figure, if you’re going to dream, dream big, and be very specific!
The closest I got to having that dream come true in high school was a ’60 Rambler. For those who know cars, you know that owning a Rambler is a bit like owning a rumbling tank, while the ’57 Chevy Bel-Air is a classic beauty. Still, it was a fun and wonderful dream, and in truth, if I’d wanted the “car of my dreams” badly enough, I’d have owned it by now.
Still, it was a fun and wonderful dream, and I’m delighted that the dad in the story below had his dream come true.
From the SF Globe article:
“The son says: “Growing up my dad always dreamed of owning a 57 chevy bel-air. He grew up poor in a family of 7 children. He never thought he would be able to own his dream vehicle but would talk about it all the time.
When I was 8 years old I promised him that on his 57th birthday I would buy him a 57 bel-air. I never forgot and was able to fulfill my promise.”