Dear Jack: Showing Off the Car You and Papa Built at the Cruise In

12 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

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This past Saturday was a big day and a big deal.

You finally were able to show off your new creation that you built with Papa over the summer.

There was a “cruise in”, which is basically like a car show but there are no official awards or prizes.

Your car was parked right in front on Papa’s 1963 Ford Falcon and his 1980 MGB. I couldn’t help but notice that just as many people stopped to look at your car, and even get their picture made with it, as they did Papa’s cars.

Little did they know, your car was actually rebuilt from a lawnmower, but drives a lot faster than one!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your New Car Shop Inside of Our Garage

12 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

This week we met your new teachers; as 7th grade starts tomorrow for you.

Your history teacher asked you, “So Jack, what are you into?”

You smirked: “Cars.”

On a related note, Mommy and I bought you your very own tool box.

We all cleaned out the garage last weekend so that you can have a designated work space for your model car projects.

It’s the norm for you to still be working out in your “car shop” as Mommy and I are getting ready for bed.

To add a special accent to your work space, we hung up one of your paintings from the Bob Ross painting class you took this summer.

I can easily see how your obsession with cars will only further develop in your upcoming teenage years.

Love,

Daddy

Our Trip to the California Automobile Museum in Sacramento

12 years, 9 months. 

Dear Jack,

It’s getting to the point now, that when I write my weekly letter to you and it doesn’t have something to do with cars, it’s the exception to the rule!

On our family’s recent visit to Sacramento, we made sure to stop by the California Automobile Museum.

Needless to say, it was the equivalent of when you were younger, taking you to a toy store.

You are a 12 year-old boy who is fascinated with cars to the same level of hysteria as old men at car shows. And yes, you do attend car shows for fun now.

Now Mommy and I are curious what your first car will be…

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Spending a Saturday Morning at a Car Show

12 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

It just so happens that an assisted living facility near us hosts a monthly car show in their parking lot.

So this past Saturday, for the first time together as a family, we attended a car show.

You have always been into cars. I remember back when you were 17 months old, I documentated when we bought you your first Hot Wheels car:

“You want that car, Jack? That’s a cool-looking one.” I looked at the “roll back” price of 88 cents. “Yeah son, we’ll get you that car.”

Now, eleven years later, you are spending your hard-earned dog-watching money on model cars, remote control cars, and still… Hot Wheels.

Something tells me you are never going to outgrow your love of cars!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Go-Kart Racing Never Gets Old!

12 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

During your Spring Break, Uncle Tom and Aunt Jenny came to visit us from Florida. Despite the week before being nice and sunny out, it turned out to be one of the ugliest weeks of weather during their time here.

Fortunately, Mommy found a place to race go-karts about 30 minutes away from where we live. We never knew it was there this entire time.

All six of us got to race at the same time- and there happened to be no one else there besides us at the time!

It was such a close race, too. Such a constant back and forth between you, me, and Uncle Tom, but you ended up winning, just in time!

Love,

Daddy