I got this great story from “Dave from Denver”. It sounds like something David would have done to me if he’d had the chance. Enjoy!

I got my first car at sixteen. It was an ancient Jeep CJ that barely passed for a car. This thing had more broken parts than working ones and it smelled like a locker room when it sat in the sun. But, like all 16 year old’s, I was thrilled to have a car and I cherished it.

I figured if I couldn’t get the Jeep to work right, I would at least try and make it look cool. So I took a miniature die-cast Millennium
Falcon toy and attached it to my hood with two-part epoxy. This thing was on there and I had no intention of it coming off any time soon.

Enter my brother, he is three years younger than me. And, as most thirteen-year-old’s do, he followed me around and bugged the heck out of me. One day I walked out to my car to find that someone had pried my Millennium Falcon hood ornament with something that scratched the paint (not that I minded that part, the paint on the Jeep was already pretty horrid). Later, in my brother’s room, I find the Falcon on his desk.

Three years later my brother gets his own car, a piece of junk Chrysler LeBaron. Within the first hours of him owning this car I
made it a point to remove his hood ornament. Now, ten years later, I have made it a point to remove every hood ornament from every car he has ever owned.

Now I have a collection of hood ornaments from cars that aren’t mine. Any suggestions of what I should do with them?

My brother moved to the west coast a few months ago and word has it that he and his lady have just bought a new Ford Five Hundred. As luck would have it, I am coming up on a few days off from work. . . .

Why not leave a comment and let Dave from Denver know what you think of his story!