I am just wondering if anyone has any sentimental value with there car. My 71 comet was my Step-gpa brand new in 71 off the lot and then Step-dad which was more of dad to me than my dad was, we were getting ready to start restoring car and then he came down with pancreatic cancer and we never even got to start working on the car. He died 1 yr after got cancer which is about 8 months longer than DR's expected him to live. I only ever rode in the car once and it was love at first ride with that comet, he gave me the car for $500 (people have more respect for things they pay for and he had been offered as much as $4500 for it) and that car is the only material item i will never get rid of.
My first Maverick was one my parents bought for me when I was 14. Dad and I spent a lot of time working on it, discussing things to do to it, hunting for parts, etc. There wasn't much life in the car when i got rid of it 10 years later in 2003. Ever since, Dad and I always daydreamed and bench-raced several Mavericks and 72 Gran Torinos as we'd find them on the internet. We always said, "I should get another Maverick to restore". That never happened. Dad fell ill with cancer last spring and four months later he was gone. I made a commitment to myself that if I was going to 'talk' about doing something, I had better just do it. I bought my Grabber in August 2012, and it serves as a reminder of my father and all the fun special time we had doing car-guy stuff everytime I think about it. I keep a bookmark my wife made of his obituary and photo clipped to my sun visor, and wish I had have done this all sooner. Long story short, YES my car has unbelievable sentimental value to me.
There is. I'd call it more of a imbued sentimental value. My dad owned and adored a 71 Ford Econoline van. He kept it running all the way up until 2002 (retired it with 380k on the original engine). It was a hideous shade of avocado green, with black interior. But he kept it immaculate. So many memories of his bond with that big boxy ride. To this day I have no explanation for the abrupt and irrevocable urge that caused me to buy my Maverick. Only after I got it home did it occur to me that it was the same make as my dad's old van. Made the same year. Was a hideous green, and had black interior. There's some part of me that wonders if my dad's spirit played a role in leading me to it. Silly, I know. I even sold the Mav at one point, only to have the buyer bring it back to me a week later, telling me he felt VERY strongly that the car belonged with me. Weird. Maybe even fateful? Definitely has sentimental value.
My Son Chris and I built Patches the first time. because of that Effie (His Mom) asked me not to sell it. said to do what ever I wanted to do to a Maverick just do it to this one..."Yes Dear" ...I've had it 9 years...
In a word, yes. My car has been with me for 13yrs, and is part of the family. I would miss it greatly.
I still own my first car, 55 crown; my wife's first car, 69 GTO Judge; and the grabber was my daughters first car in 1992 on her 16th birthday, when she left for college she got a new ford ranger and I inherited the Maverick back so yes it has a lot of sentimental value!!
My grandpa bought the car brand new off the loft in 1976, when he passed down the car to me it still had the original owners manual, warranty booklet, and even the salesmen card was still stapled to the owner manual. He gave me the car a couple of years before he passed away so I would say that the car has sentimental value to me. I received the car for free but with all the money I have put into it, it is beyond free and still far away from where I want it to be.
Yes, my car has sentimental value to me and my son. He was a year old when I got it, he's six now. It's the only car he's ever associated with me and he loves it. He loves Mavericks in general, and he's as good at spotting them as I am. He's helped with numerous projects, gone with me to the drag strip several times to watch and once to run. We go to car shows and cruise-ins, he helps me wash it, but mostly he just loves to ride in it. He's always excited over any excuse to get in that car. He wants us to build another Maverick for him when he's old enough, and of course this one will probably be his one day. I get offers to sell this car all the time. Occasionally ridiculous, stupid offers that I should have accepted on the spot and run away laughing, but I tell them truthfully, it would break my son's heart to lose this car.
My '70 was bought by another family member in the early to mid 80s. It was last tagged in 1986 and sat outside until 2003, and the elements took their toll on the car. Was about to scrap it when I realized it could be a LeMons/Chumpcar. That will be all we can do to squeeze the last bit of life out of it.
Great granny bought mine new in 1970. I've had it since 83. People always ask if I'd want to sell it. The answer is "no way".
theres no real sentimental value other than I love this car. Ive wanted a maverick ever since I was a kid and that changed the second I laid eyes on my comet. I got it a couple of miles from home too. as soon as I saw it listed on CL I knew I was going to own that car. come hell or high water I was going to own it. even if I had to pull the money out of my azz I was going to pay for it. luckily I didn't have to give up either of my kids to pay for it. I managed to talk them down from $1800 to $500 this car has seen more wrenches turned by me than any other car or truck Ive ever owned. and Im notorious for running vehicles into the ground then throwing them away to get another one. so this is the one and possibly only car Ill never get rid of.
This year marks the 25th anniversary for owning my 74. I was just about to turn 23, young and a bit nuts. I paid 50 bucks for it and cut the top off on my lunch break. It was my daily driver for 8 years, never changed the oil the entire time. In 96 I stripped it down and did a driveway restoration. It has been all over the country, 18 states, and means everything to me AND my kids. No amount of money would get me to let it go. My son has dibs on it when Im gone.