I know what you're feeling. I had rescued my truck from the grandparents place after it had sat in the field for 25 years. It was the truck I had learned to drive in and got my license in. After my wreck and forced retirement, I was going nuts, needing something to do. My Mom thought for sure it was heading to the scrap yard when I left with it on trailer. But, after 10 months and a lot of money, it came back into the driveway. My uncle just stood there with his mouth open and agape in awe and amazement, and actually giggled like a kid when he got to drive it again. Just think of it as therapy. Worked for me.
