My name is Stacy, and I’ve had this Malibu since I was 13.

This car grew up with me. It’s been there through the good, the bad, and the parts of my life most people never see.

My Brother recently passed away and we used to cruise in this car every day. this car is a part of his memory.

I slept in the back seat during the rough years when I didn’t have anywhere else to go. When I was homeless.

I finished my first 20-page college paper in that back seat and got an A.

I moved it from storage to storage, saved it from impounds, and kept it alive when everything else in my life was falling apart.

Over time, this stopped being “a car.”

It became a part of me — a reminder of who I was, where I came from, and what I survived.

But after all these years, the body finally gave out.

The roof rusted through, the floors are gone, the quarters are done — and if I don’t rebuild it now, I’m going to lose it forever.

I finally found a solid donor body that I can use to bring it back. My cousin is helping me with the work, and I’m doing everything I can myself. I’m not trying to build a show car. I just want to save the one thing that’s been with me my whole life.

If you’d like to help me rebuild it, anything you give goes straight into the restoration — the parts, the metal, and getting this thing back on the road again. And if you can’t donate, just sharing the page helps.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

It really does mean a lot.

— Stacy