A Sad Face

Every time I go to the folks house, I'm welcomed by this same sad face. I want desperately to fix her up, take her out, and make her feel special.

This is my Dad's old Ghia. I got her up and running back in High School. When I got to her the battery had leaked and ate through the floor pan, there were no seats, and the rear torsion bars were shot. There was also some kind of weird, pseudo 6V to 12V conversion for parts (but not all) of the electrical. I still think this car can be salvaged, and I want it. I want is so bad! Unfortunately, it's 800 miles away and in another country. Anyone got a flat deck and is planning on heading to Alberta??

Advertisement

Share This Story