Sadly the car couldn't stay in the small town forever. When Anthony turned twenty he went on the road to manage a band, and the car went with him. They traveled to California, New York, Edmonton, Vancouver Island, Quebec, and Minnesota among other places. Anthony had been on the road for almost a year before he got to Minnesota, and the first thing he did was track down his pal Peter to show him their car.
Peter wasn’t that hard to find, turns out peter was living in the city that the band was playing in, not only that but he was also the one who booked the band to play there. Anytime Anthony could get away from managing, he was spending with Peter. the drove the car, they talked in the car, they caught a movie in the car. Before long it was time for Anthony to leave.
Anthony traveled with the band for almost another year before he finally returned home. When he did one of the first things he did was get together with some of his high school friends at their old haunt, Sammy’s Dinner.
He drove the nova naturally to the diner and left it parked a block away. Anthony talked with his friends for a good couple of hours, they talked about the old times, what they had been up to since graduation, what there plans were, the kind of stuff you would expect to hear between old friends. Eventually they decided to call it a day and Anthony went back to his car. Except the Nova was gone.
Anthony scoured the blocks surrounding the area for the car, but it was nowhere to be found. At around midnight, he decided to call it a day and phined his parents for a ride home. When he awoke the next day, he called the police to report the stolen car. The sheriff who like most of the town had fallen in love with the car, promised that he would do his best to find it.
It took almost a week for the car to resurface. Although when Anthony found out where the car was, he kinda wished it had stayed lost. The car had been found in a field a couple of miles outside of the town, underneath a pile of manure. The Nova had been spotted by a farm hand who had gone to check the fences surrounding the field. Anthony was completely horrified when he saw it. The paint had been scratched, and parts of the body had been ripped right off, as if it had been driven through a barbwire fence. Which incidentally, it had. The windows had been broken and more manure had been shoveled inside.
It took almost a day to shovel out most of the manure. Followed by another day of pulling the car out of the field and to Anthony’s garage. After that it was about a year to get the nova back to its former glory, and even after that year it was still not the same. There were brown patches on the seats, and stained into the dash, more than a few dents and scratches that just refused to go away, and the air conditioning if you turned it on would make the car smell like manure.
Still Anthony held onto the car for a few more years. Until the day he proposed to his yet to be wife, and sold the car to a man from Yellowknife. Since that day Anthony hadn’t seen many Chevy Novas.
Eventually Tommy walked out of the dealership, the proud owner of his own new car. Anthony looked back at the car before joining Tommy. Although it was nice to sit in a Chevy Nova again, he had no regrets selling the car.
What Anthony didn’t know was that the Car in the dealership was the car from all those years ago. The man from yellowknife had given the car to his nephew in texas, who inturn had lost the car in a bet. The car was eventually lost in a junkyard in santa fe. It was only a few years ago that a mechanic had found the car,restored it,and sold it to a guy in Utah, who inturn traded it to the dealership for a new truck.
The car would eventually be bought by a young man who would bring the car back to Minnesota, for his dad’s birthday. The man who bought the car was named Andrew Miller, and his dad just so happens to be called Peter Miller.
