Dear all... I realize that this may not be the correct forum for this, and I apologize sincerely and profusely to all of you, my fellow CCA members, for where I'm about to go right now... ...but - it's 3:50 am EST on Thursday morning, February 17th, 2011...and my father literally just passed away about 2 hours ago after a fairly long battle with liver cancer. And as I sat there staring into space with an extremely heavy heart, 3 equally sad brothers and a very broken mother, I realize I have some things to vent. Since the computer will let me vent unencumbered, and won't talk back, I'm afraid I have to dump my feelings here. So please indulge me for a few lines if you would... Dad was a fairly simple man...for him it was all about family. He was the extremely proud father to 4 of us, a devoted father-in-law to our lovely wives, and a loving grandfather of 11 children (10 living), and he doted faithfully on every single one of them. I realize that many of you may have gotten your car "jones" and your affinity to drive BMWs from your fathers - I, on the other hand, am a car guy in spite of my father. Dad drove whatever got him from point A to point B..."Frank, it's just transportation" he would routinely say when our discussions would turn to cars. He never understood or "got" why I had to spend my hard-earned money for the priviledge to be behind the wheel of an expensive to fix German road machine. He often scoffed at my love for cars and the amount of time I spent washing and cleaning my rides. However, at the end of the day, that never mattered to me. I had my cars - and I had my dad. We'd agree to disagree and go about our lives knowing we would always be there for one another. And I thank God for that. I loved my father dearly and I will miss him terribly. He taught me many things in my 52 years on this earth...most notably, that the things that make a man aren't those that roll on 4 wheels or look good with a shiny wax and wet tires. I may drive around in a BMW - but I'm only as good as what's inside of me and how I live my life...how I treat my family...how I treat the man or lady I meet on the street...how I handle adversity...without character in those areas my car is but an empty shell - as am I. So - here's to my Father. The man who bore me, raised me, provided for me, tried to teach me right from wrong, set me free and let me learn about life the hard way. He may not have been a car afficianado...but in my humble opinion, he "got from point A to point B" in much better style than I could ever hope or wish to. May he rest in peace and continue to be as much of an inspiration in death as he was in life. I LOVE YOU FOREVER, DAD!!! Thanks to all who got this far and stayed with me...I really appreciate it!