My Dad, oh my dad! He has a passion for old cars. This passion has been growing since the day he was born. His mom did not know, but right now it is an interest that overflows. So many cars he has had: Mustang, Trans am, Corvette, but what he likes most are the old ones. For him, old cars have more value than a new one; it is not about money, but about a sentimental value. When he is in the highway and feels that the air passes throw, there are many ways to think about his youth. It is a flashback to decade of seventies or maybe to his own beliefs. He thinks that cars are more than a medium of transportation, they are his faithful memories. An old car can ride him wherever he wants, even though the speed is not that high. He does not prefer trucks or cars, both of them are the same, what just matters is the age. He uses a roof as garage; he does not want his old cars get full of trash. Oh! My dad, He has a wonderful time because his cars have no grime. He has a black Chevrolet Cheyenne seventy nine, every day he watches it, it makes him smile. Also he has a brown Chevy Nova seventy four, the same that he had before. He develops his sense of sight, nobody knows why but he loves just to observe every detail of the cars. These cars make him drive strong, at the rhythm of the songs. Every single day, he has to admire the beauty of life. Oh! My Dad, He loves his old cars more than his own house. Day after day, he makes me promise that when he dies I will keep them in the house. The old cars won’t run at a high speed anymore, but they are not just cars, they are a reason to be alive. The Cheyenne and Chevy Nova are part of his history, that is why he keeps them as a precious treasure. He cannot wait to see his cars; it is part of his daily life. These cars help him to remember when he was still a teenager. There is not anymore that brown hair or that thin body, but he does not care because he has his Chevrolet. This passion is part of his personality, without it, he won’t be my daddy.