There is a tale attached to antique car collectors that goes something like this:

"Well, I was driving through the wheat fields outside of Hastings, Nebraska on a warm spring day when I spied a familiar shape. She was inside a barn, covered in canvas and straw but the taillights gave her away and I had to stop.

'Excuse me, Sir, I hate to bother you but is that 1956 Porsche Speedster in your barn around back?'"

"Why yes it, Son. Why do you ask?"

"I've been looking for an old one to love and restore for many years. It's not for sale is it?"