Kismet

It was December, 2004.  As I sat watching television in the living room of my parent’s house, a commercial came on advertising the free weekend promotion for E-Harmony. I was super lonely and just needed to chat with someone; I said why not try it. That is when my life changed for the better. I took the personality test and was headed to the connections portion of the website. There wasn’t a connection that really caught my eye. I chatted with a few, and met one, but nothing was clicking. It was December 31^st when I logged in again and, to my surprise, a beautiful woman from North Carolina was on my connections. I read the biography she submitted to the site and decided, even before any communication with her, that every other connection was a distant second place. I cancelled all other connections and got in touch with her.

 

The first time we spoke was New Year’s Day, 2005. We seemed to hit it off right away, talking for hours each day. We met on January 29^th 2005 in Raleigh, North Carolina, where she was living at the time. I hadn’t flown in years but was very excited to catch a plane to see the person I had spent hundreds of hours on the phone getting to know. She picked me up from the airport and it was love at first sight. We spent the entire weekend touring Raleigh and eating at the coolest places. For the next few months, we talked every day about life and at some point living in the same state. I knew, almost right away, that she was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  I also knew she would be a great mother and would help me raise the kids.

 

She was not a Mother but had all the great qualities that she obviously inherited from her own Mom. Later that winter, she made the trip to Michigan to meet my kids and the rest of my family. The entire family, including the kids, really liked her too. In early April 2005, the kids and I made the trip to Raleigh so they could see where she lived.

 

Fast forward to August 1^st, 2005, the day we were married. I believe everybody in our families was surprised at the length of our courtship but we knew it was meant to be.  Since we got married, the kids have grown to love her and she loves them. We have been through some very hard times but also some very good times. I wrote this blog just to convey how much I love and cherish my wife, lover, best friend, and mother of our children, Myra Denise Thomas.

Battleship Chains

It was May of 1988 in Waterford, Michigan. My days were spent cruising around in a 1984 Pontiac T-1000 that was white with blue stripes. The Georgia Satellites album was literally stuck in the cassette deck; I knew every song on the album, from “Keep Your Hands to Yourself” to “Battleship Chains,”… I could sing each song note for note (and probably still can). My mind was singularly focused on my upcoming graduation day. The way I figured, depending on how much money I received at my party – I would be in a new ride soon. A few weeks later the party is over and a pocket full of money was burning a hole in my cuffed Lee Riders. That is the moment when I met a person who enhanced my love for all things automobile, Vern Roberts.

Vern was the owner of Southern Motors in Pontiac, Michigan. I ended up buying a bright red 1970 Cutlass S with black racing stripes; it was all original except for the new paint, American racing wheels and tires. The cassette deck worked fine, so I was also able to listen to some new tunes as well.

The day I picked up my Cutlass a friendship with Vern and the other guys at the car lot began. Interestingly enough, Vern called me a few days after having the Cutlass and said another buyer was interested in my car. He offered to swap an all original, four speed, fire engine red 1967 Chevelle SS 396 for my Cutlass. (And yes, to this day I regret saying no to Vern on the trade.)

About a year later, I needed a job and started working for Southern Motors. It didn’t pay a whole lot but the experience was well worth it. I still remember traveling with the team to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee a couple times a month to attend car club cruises on the weekends. We had a car hauler standing by for the cars we would acquire and for a 19 year old; the best part of the job was getting to drive the cars to the car hauler.

Vern specialized in vehicles pre-1976 with a focus on “Muscle Cars.” I was amazed at how he was able de-code a V.I.N completely from memory on most cars we had on the lot. This man knew his stuff and he loved what he did for a living! I learned recently that Vern passed away a few years ago. Even back then I believe I was aware of how special that time was, chasing down muscle cars and being part of something special. I’m thankful to have experienced that time in my youth and appreciate it even more now that I’m older. Realizing that Vern has passed away serves as yet another reminder of how fleeting time is and yet encourages me to not give up on my dream of working with cars.

My First Post

This week, while recovering from a minor surgery, I’ve had plenty of time for some personal reflection; and have been wondering if it is time to start preparing for my own business venture. It is my love for ‘all things automobile’ that is steering me (no pun intended) to the right business choice. So, the big decision is not what kind of business I want to launch, but rather if I should stay working for a great company or take a chance, just like my grandfather did many years ago….

Decades before The History Channel made people famous for flipping cars for a profit, my grandfather had his own business doing that very thing – and he was damn good it at too, I might add. Grandpa would purchase newer cars from an auction then lease them to customers or flip them for a profit. I also have a distinct memory of my Uncle Brad taking a basket case late 60’s Firebird inside his garage and seeing it leave in pristine condition. Little did my Grandpa or Uncle Brad realize that they had set in motion a passion and enthusiasm for automobiles that would stay with me for the rest of my life. A full thirty years later and I’m finally going to put things in motion to start living my version of the good life.

 One of the advantages of embarking down a new path in your forties, is that you’re comfortable, realizing that you don’t know everything. I’ve learned to do my research and to take counsel from people who have had success in the matters of life and their careers.

Richard Branson is a person I look to when it comes to business and entrepreneurial things. Here is what he has to say, "When you decide to pursue an entrepreneurial venture, you have to confront your doubts and fears; sometimes you just have to go for it. Many times I have hesitated before launching a new venture or investment, even after my team and I have vetted it and we’re ready to go ahead. I’m lucky that I have a great network of friends and advisers to take soundings from."

http://www.entrepreneur.com/article/217789
Another person I have admired for twenty years is Bob Thompson. He started a paving company in 1959 with $3500 and sold the business in 1999 for $461 Million.
http://www.thompsonfdn.org/tf_aboutus.html

I realize this move could backfire (pun intended) because most businesses fail during the first year. Like I stated above, I plan on taking full advantage of every resource and take as much counsel as possible along the way. However, I do have an ‘ace-in-the-hole’ that I believe gives me an extra advantage – my wife and best friend. My wife has backed my decisions and ideas through the years; it feels good to have her full support on this, too.

Thanks for taking the time to read my first post. It will get better and I hope you will return to see the
 progression of ‘A View from Whittier Street.’