Seeing that car again was perhaps more of a surreal experience for the young man than seeing his father was; possibly because he'd only ever seen holos of the man he'd been denied the chance to know by a mysterious Romulan ship that had vanished as quickly as it had appeared and he'd spent a lot of time around this car as a boy. His father had loved this car, he remembered his mother and brother telling him and such was even more evident to him as he watched his father around the vehicle. Wow, that was even more surreal. His father and this car in the same place at the same time with him here to witness it.
Whatever irritation Jim felt towards the situation had been forgotten. Clearly, the teenager was in a much better mood than he was a few minutes ago -- in fact, he was down right happy.
He reached out and touched the hood, feeling the smooth, glossed finish under his skin. "This thing's nothing but a twisted pile of metal sitting at the bottom of a canyon back home. Frank was so pissed at me for that, but at least it wasn't his to pawn off to the highest bidder for a few lousy bars of latinum."