All us old car guys have these stories.
In 1970 I had a Split-window, 327/340. Every day I drove it to work I passed the Ford dealer who had a new black Boss 429, and a blue Boss 302 out front. I never tried to deal because I was a Corvette guy.
But when my second child was born, we couldn’t fit two little ones into the back. So I traded the corvette in for a few bucks and a VW 1600S squareback. The worst deal of my life.
The stories are endless, that dealer had a 50 mile Super Stock Hemi coronet with aluminum body parts and every go-fast option on his showroom floor, for less than $3,500. And the Chevy dealer across the street from my house had a plain, yellow 67’ Nickey L72 427 Camaro that sold for $2,500. What an era.
In the long run, the only losers are the waxers who never really used the cars, and the guys who have them today but never take them out after midnight to wring the hell out of them.
The same goes for our cars. JMHO
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