Erica's jaw dropped when he uncovered the car. "Dad!" She walked around to the passenger side, opening the door. "You can not scrap this car!" She climbed in, running her hand over the interior. "You can give it to me! This thing is shway!"
He was probably planning something even more technologically advanced, maybe something that the Chevy's chassis couldn't hold.. But she wasn't sure her dad understood how cool this car was. Sometimes parents weren't good at that.