The yellow car

The 1600 that started all of this.

It's still in a storage unit in Denver, waiting for Ted and his wife to finish their travels. It doesn't run. It needs every rubber seal, fuel line, and brake line it has, and probably more.

The plan: when it moves, it goes west, not east. There are a few people in the country who really know these cars, and one of the best is in California. The car goes to him to be sorted mechanically and, eventually, repainted exactly as it is now: yellow, black scallops, nothing clever. Then it comes to Pennsylvania to share a garage we haven't built yet with the blue car.

Mason will get it someday. That was the deal.