In 2020, my dad and I embarked on a journey to restore this classic to its former glory. We envisioned cruising down the road, wind in our hair, turning heads wherever we went. But like any worthwhile endeavor, unexpected detours paved the road to restoration. My 1956 Chevy isn’t just a car – it’s a member of the family. Since 1964, this beauty has been a witness to our family’s history. It carried my parents on their honeymoon, brought my sister and me home from the hospital