maverick.

billy got a new girlfriend this weekend.

owning an old car is kind of a murphy right of passage.

his dad has them stacked two deep in the barn.

i know tripp has collected his fair share.

and now billy has his first classic.

i can relate to the classic car bug since my own dad has been bit by it, 

and i grew up dancing to oldies at the tastee freeze car shows.

there's nothing like a big hunk of rusty muscle, is there?

one of billy's coworkers gave it to him.

it's a 1971 ford maverick.

it's the "perfect project car" (read: my husband will be of no use to me on the weekends)

but he's just so excited about it.

and he was the most excited about showing it to finn for the first time.

so sweet.

i look forward to many years of greasy fingerprints.