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Thank you for sharing, fascinating story and very well written…really enjoyed traveling with you on your journey!

I was never a car guy. I didn't understand the enthusiasm so many people had for them. That all changed four or five years ago.

My dad has always been a car guy. I’m not sure he’s ever missed a NASCAR race on TV, and he’s been a fan for as long as I can remember, well before it was popular or cool. He's had a subscription to Road and Track since I was a kid. Growing up in the '80s, I admired cars like the Ferrari from Magnum, P.I., but I never thought I’d be able to afford one, and I hadn’t seen one in person until recent years.

My dad's love for cars was something I never really understood. A few years ago, Dad was closing in on 80 years old and seemed to be sinking into depression. He and my stepmom mostly stayed at home, watching the news, races, and the weather. They went to church, the doctor, and the grocery store, but not much else.

As a small business owner, I was drowning in debt for almost 20 years—it’s the price of admission for businesses like mine, especially since I started with nothing. A few years ago, some of that debt started to drop off, and I found myself in unfamiliar territory—I had some extra money for the first time after covering all my expenses, loans, and taxes.

Then it hit me: I could buy Dad his dream car, a Morgan. I found one on Bring a Trailer, flew to Arizona to meet the owner and see it, and ended up buying it. My daughter and I took an eight-hour trip to Memphis to surprise him with it, it was Fathers Day weekend and we had no idea…isn’t it funny how life works sometimes? The plan was to meet Dad and my stepmom at a restaurant with a valet and surprise him with the Morgan. He thought the surprise was us visiting for the weekend, but he had no idea what was coming.

With cameras rolling, my dad stood clueless as a British Racing Green 1998 Morgan rolled around the valet circle. He turned to me and said, “Wow… someone has a REALLY nice Morgan,” to which I replied, “Yeah… it’s yours!”

He remembers nothing from that point on. He didn’t question us; he just strolled up to his car as if sixty years had been erased. He scanned the gauges and controls, released the parking brake, put it in gear, and away we went. After driving just 100 feet, he stopped and said, “Kev, you’re going to have to drive us home, I can’t even think straight!” We swapped sides, and off we went.

Dad, usually a go-to-bed-at-9pm guy, was up well past midnight, returning to the garage repeatedly to look at his Morgan. He kept saying, “I can’t believe it… it’s like I’m living in a dream. Is this really happening?”

This surprise was one of the most memorable moments of my life. Another unforgettable experience was taking Dad to the Mecum Auction in Las Vegas. He had watched it on TV for years but had never been. I’ve never seen him more animated, even putting up with driving a scooter he hates. I also made one of the stupidest financial decisions I’ve ever made—buying a Mustang GT500 Heritage Edition and paying $20k more than it was worth. But seeing Dad’s face as I bid was priceless.

Dad and I now share a connection through cars. He teaches me car stuff every time I’m around him and often during our phone conversations. Having the Morgan has given my dad a new lease on life. He’s joined the Memphis British Car Club, goes to Cars and Coffee events regularly, and for the first time I can remember, he has new friends.

Unfortunately, we have to sell the Morgan. As Dad says, “I can fall into the car, but you’ll have to call the Fire Department to get me out… my back just can’t take it, and it’s just too difficult to drive.” I recently bought him a 2005 Bentley Continental GT from BAT, which he loves more every time he drives it. It's not a Morgan, but it’s a car he can drive comfortably.

It is extraordinarily painful to see my parents decline rapidly right before my eyes, and realizing that because life took me a long way from home- they’ve missed a lot. I do my best to visit and call regularly though.

I’ve submitted dad’s Morgan on BAT, photos are done and would appreciate any tips you have for selling it. I know nothing about selling cars. Your help would mean a lot to me.

Thank you for your time and advice- (I don’t expect anything BTW, you owe me nothing.) I just don’t know anyone with experience and it sure appears that you’ve got as much as anyone.

Kevin

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Karen C Griffis's avatar

Great article. Informative and interesting, even for a non car person!

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