Anyone that knows me, knows me for 2 things, my love for my kids, and my love for datsuns. Well both the kids and the datsun is a lot older now. My daughter is starting her education in robotics and my son is pursuing his dream to start a studio by interning with madlucky and taking business in college. But that wasn't always the case.
Originally he was a car guy through and through. His first word was lamborghini, not Mommy, not Daddy... lamborghini. He use to entertain people by passing their quizzes naming every obscure car they could think to show him. He even showed me up by naming a car by it's front turn signal on a magazine cover that I got wrong. He went through all the normal obsessions from hot wheels to model cars and countless hours drawing them. That all changed when I brought the xbox home.
In an instant his entire universe revolved around Master Chief. Whenever it looked like halo was about to get played out, a sequel would show up, then the books, then he got so good he started running clans of little spartans with flaming helmets. I thought I had lost him for good. He had forgotten everything about cars and became the annoying 12 year old haloverse know-it-all, tea-bagging frustrated adults on xbox live. Awesome.
But he was happy, kept his grades up and was active with his friends both in life and on live. So I let him be and thought longingly of the days I imagined we would be building cars together in the garage. After all it was my fault. I brought the xbox home. I was the one that missed all the signs of how deep he was getting sucked into halo. I was the one that lost the car guy to the xbox. Then I brought home guitar hero.
All of a sudden the xbox that sucked away his passion for cars redeemed itself by sparking a new passion in music. Now he wanted a real guitar and the best I had to offer him was an acoustic my sister won on the midway. It was a throw away that could not stay in tune, but it had real strings, and it was all he needed. He taught himself to play and spent all his time writing music. He finally had a passion again for something constructive. It was a passion for something I knew nothing about but it was all good with me. I could always build him a datsun if he ever wanted one later.
Later is now. The plan was he was going to use his money to buy all the dream parts we wanted for the red datsun. I was going to build him the best datsun I've ever done, for him to pick up in the summer. Well the boy has gone and made me so proud it's brought a tear to my eye. He went out and picked up his own datsun. He said he wouldn't feel right driving a nice zed he didn't build himself. *tear* He said he would give up all the fancy parts and my custom work so he could learn himself, and become a true datsun guy. *tear* Then he challenged me to a build off and said my car skills are worse than my halo skills. punk kid.
ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHIT, IT'S ON!!!LET'S DO THIS!!!! :) :D 8D 8O
