A call from a stranger leads me on a journey I could never have imagined. The caller said he had my uncle's car. How could this be? My uncle died in WWII. After some questioning, I realized I had the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to learn about the uncle I had heard stories of my entire life, an uncle who died before I was born, a man I had always wanted to know. I was being given the remains of a car that had been built by this uncle and those he had been close to in his final years. The real treasure was the bond I formed with a man and the incredible story he told. The story of my uncle, the building of the car, and the people they both loved.