Back in the late 50s, a Jaguar rolled over next to the body shop where a little boy lived. People working at the body shop intended to restore the car, so they put a tarp over it. Eventually, the tarp rotted away, as did the cardboard that replaced it. The elements destroyed the car's interior, faded the paint and cracked the dashboards.

The kid grew up, went to medical school and forgot all about the car. One day he found a car exactly like the one he knew as a child. It had a usable body but the engine was dead.

The man went back to his childhood home and found the remains of ancient vehicle where he left it. He took the engine from the old hulk, cleaned and lubricated it.

Put in the new body, the heart of the childhood dream beat strong. "It's alive!"

Restoring old cars is seldom this easy. Faye's Essence of Ghia tells a scary tale of a candy-green wheeled beastie that she has been restoring for as long as I have known her...