A Seven-Year Love Affair with a 1958 Chevy Apache
Every year during my childhood, when my parents took their annual leave, we would make the long trip to visit him. Those visits were the highlight of my year. Not because of the holiday itself—but because I knew there would always be something special waiting in his driveway. My grandfather was constantly restoring old vehicles, and every trip revealed a new surprise. One year it might be a vintage sedan, the next an old bakkie brought back from the brink. Those memories planted a seed in me that never stopped growing.
