[P.S.]

Ha! Well it's more than just a term of endearment with us. Bob stepped in my life decades ago about the time when my "real" dad divorced mom and wrote me off because of opposite political views (nope, not kidding) and infidelity. Bob and I are exactly the same on politics, God, country, and cars. Next thing you know, he's calling me "son" and inviting me to family functions. He is dad in every definition. 20 years later, we are putting both our names together on Model A titles. About half of our cars are co-owned. His Model As are on my insurance policy. As many times as we have become blood-brothers while working on Model A's, it is now biologically correct to say we have some of the same blood too. That man is dad.