The stable was full and eventually I was down to only driving my own personal favorite, and then had it moved to Florida right after my left kneecap exploded into 50 pieces and was super glued back together (So much for saving T stuff into retirement to tinker with and a stash that also would let me build a Speedster out of leftover parts garnered over 50 years.)
Last year the oldest at 45 asked could the 25 Fordor go to his place to have it alongside of his own '26 Coupe that he had inherited from his grandfather. Sure, come and get it...by the way...get the fully restored set of '25 fenders and other goodies up in the attic. Still. static, he has too many toys and works 6 days a week, but it's a start.
Then the youngest son Steven at now age 40 rationalized that I had several Model T's, the '15 was a garage queen in the New Jersey house for years, and the '15 would be shepherded much better located with him in his house in Florida - sort of just advance the inevitable. He promised to keep it up, promised it would not be a garage queen. While I was pondering this as his garage is already full of 'toys', he worked with his bro with no involvement from me and one day the '15 just magically showed up in Florida! Once it was in his garage it sure appeared he'd keep his word!
On July 4 there was the crowning achievement! I was up north but he sent pictures. He and his bride and his one year old plus one in the oven took it to a small Gulf Coast Florida town parade! He might just have a problem (the real T problem), his two oldest got to sit curbside and take pictures since the '15 is a Roadster. Am Proud of him! (personal joke...his job was always to polish the brass growing up...look at the brass in the pic...
