Benjamin Muck wrote an interesting piece that may touch strings for some of us. Writing for AutoBlog.com’s contributor network, ‘Open Road’, Benjamin shared his thoughts on the regrets that he and his family have on ‘the car that got away’.
Like for most of us, Benjamin’s affection for classic and muscle cars started early on. “I remember seeing pictures of a perfectly kept, orange Boss 302 that my dad drove around… He had trophies the size of a toddler that he won with that beast of a car…,” Benjamin says. Little does he know that it will be the start of a series of ‘losses’ that he had to deal with later on in life.
Benjamin Muck’s father may have kicked himself ever since for selling his Ford Mustang Boss 302, similar to the one above.
Due to certain family obligations, Benjamin’s father needs to let go of their first family car. “My dad, being a young father, had to sacrifice his true obsession in order to provide for my mother and brother and so, he sold the Boss for a couple of grand and has kicked himself ever since,” he recalls. Similarly, we may regret the decision of selling a classic or vintage car not because primarily of what it is worth for, but the missed opportunity of passing on an otherwise great legacy. Benjamin explains, “I think what really bothers him about the loss of his cherished Boss is that he never got to share the joy, the power and let’s face it, the prestige of owning one of the greatest muscle cars with his boys.”
For Benjamin’s brother, the 1981 Chevrolet Silverado meant more than just utility but the freedom to explore as well.
History tends to repeat itself when Benjamin’s brother had an old, Chevy Silverado. For his brother, having the truck represented not just utility, but the freedom to explore as well. “Like my dad, the truck had to be sold, and once the truck was sold, gone were the motorcycle races and jet ski afternoons. I’m sure he regrets selling that old 1980s truck,” Benjamin recalls. However unlike their dad, his brother can somehow find another one at a reasonable cost.
History tends to cruelly repeats itself when Benjamin sold his 1984 MK1 Volkswagen GTI.
Such fate seems to be tied to the Muck family since Benjamin finds himself faced with a similar predicament. For him, owning a 1984 MK1 Volkswagen GTI meant learning to drive for the first time, experiencing the thrill of the speed, winning memorable races, cracking some pranks and other unforgettable memories. He was so regretful about his decision of selling his ’84 GTI that he had to convince himself of forgetting his blunder. He recalls, “I’ve kicked myself quite regularly about selling her for 500 bucks, but at the time, I needed the cash and it helped me get a safe, secure car that I could drive for years to come. For me, the car was beaten and battered and eventually became a hazard to drive. That rationale made it easy to forget the blunder until I got older, had more disposable income and ultimately transformed into my old man, complaining to my kids about the car I used to have.”
Though Benjamin has plans of purchasing for himself another MK1 Volkswagen GTI, he admits that it’s kind of hard to let go of the regret. He takes solace from the fact that others who find themselves in a similar situation may learn a thing or two from his experience. “We’ve all been there, the car we should have never sold, these are just my family stories, I’m interested in learning about others’ stories and how you might have rectified the mistake,” he says.
How about you, what car did you have to regretfully part ways with? Share us your experiences at the comments below.
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