Wednesday the family was able to plan a Saturday family get together, 1st and only time they could get all the family together, people even flew in from California. So Saturday am I got up, washed and cleaned the car best I could. With my wife and grand baby behind me in my tahoe, son behind her in my 92, we set out toward the families home. With zero miles on the odometer, and a 1967 license plate on the back , the journey was on. Half the family knew I was on my way, the other half had no clue. 11 miles later we pulled into their neighborhood. I stopped a block away and turned the drivers seat over to one of the sons, he drove it to his dad's house, and backed it up in front. After introducing myself and my family (first time we met ) the went and got dad outside. The look on his face was priceless, he made his way over to me, and with a huge hug asked if he could drive it. So with no dry eyes in the yard he and I were off. We made it two blocks and he pulled over, gave me a hug, and started crying. His wishes/dream had come thru. We made our way back to his house where his 3 kids took turns taking their dad for a ride in his dream car.
After an hour or so of picture taking, the families combined, we all had a reunion style buffet of food. First time our families had met, and you would of never known it.

Although this car isn't finished, it is reunited with its owner. I will have it back in a couple weeks to get hood painted (thanks to a young lady on this site) and finish putting interior in.

To all that have followed, thank you. I just don't have the words what the last 3 weeks have been like.

Jason