Ok, my wife and kid are in bed so I have a few minutes to get on the computer again.
I talked it over with my dad since he is still the official owner of the car. He said that it was my decision. I was the one paying for everything and he said that the car is basically mine anyway. After years of being apart, he really didn't have any connection to the car anymore. He did want to see it restored and said that he would most likely become attached to it once again if it was ever completed but that I needed to do what ever I thought needed to be done.
Although I was really looking forward to being able to go see the car on a regular basis, I knew that Tim was the right person for the job. I called and told him that we had a deal. Now he just had to waite until he had a transport in the area.
In October he called me and said that they would have a trailer in the area on the 14th. They had an old Ford to deliver in Wisconsin and would swing over to Iowa and bring the Challenger back to Ohio.
The weekend before the car was going to be picked up, my best friend and I installed the front fenders, hood and trunk lid for easier hauling. We also spent the morning removing as much seam sealer from the car as we could. I figured every little bit will help save me some money. Why pay someone else to do that.
I boxed everything else that would need to be painted and or fitted to the car and made out a shipping list so I would know exactly what was sent.
I took the morning of the 14th off of work and helped load the car onto the trailer. It was a little emotional...I know that's not the manly thing to say but I don't really care. Some of my first memories as a child are riding in that car.
Here are some pictures I took that day.