When my mother-in-law gifted me an old car that hadn’t run in over a decade, I thought it was her attempt to humiliate me.
Little did she know, I’d restore it into a masterpiece worth thousands. But just when I was ready to celebrate my success, she demanded it back.
Hi, I’m Elisa, and I’ve always been obsessed with cars.
My dad was a semi-professional racecar driver, and from the moment I could toddle over to the garage, I was hooked.
He taught me everything, from tightening bolts to understanding engines.
By the time I turned 12, I could change a tire in record time. My teenage years were spent more in garages than malls, and I didn’t mind.
Cars fascinated me, and I knew early on that I’d make a career out of working with them.
Fast forward to adulthood, I became a senior mechanic.
My job didn’t just pay the bills. It fueled my passion.
I believed my life was great. That is, until I met my now MIL, Christine.
But I’ll get to her later. First, let me tell you how I met Henry.
We were introduced by a mutual friend.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much. I mean, I’m a free spirit, and the idea of dating a doctor sounded, well, boring. But the moment we met, my assumptions flew out the window.
Henry wasn’t dull in the slightest. He had this warmth, this spark, and, surprisingly, a real interest in cars.
One evening, during our first conversation, I casually mentioned I was a mechanic. His eyes lit up.
“Wait, you actually fix cars?” he asked, sounding more impressed than I expected.
“Yep,” I replied. “Engines, transmissions, you name it.”
“That’s awesome!” he exclaimed. “My dad used to take me to car shows as a kid. I’ve always loved them, but I can barely change a tire without a manual.”
It turned out we had more in common than I’d thought. Over the next few months, we went to car shows together, watched vintage car auctions, and even planned road trips to explore hidden automotive gems. Our connection grew stronger with every shared laugh and tank of gas.
Eventually, Henry told me it was time for me to meet his mother.