I was 14 in 1984 and I had been at a resturant for breakfast with my parents when I heard a guy talking to another guy about an old car he wanted to sell. I asked him about it and had no money but managed to trade my motorcycle for it and a parts car to go with it. Once we got the cars home I was use to the look of son your an idiot from my dad. I could see the car finished so clearly in my head. After school I came home turned on the radio and started working and with alot of help from my dad and I mean alot by early 1986 it was finished. I loved the car got my license and drove it constantly. lots of memories in that one. Like a dumb kid after a couple of years I guess I forgot what I had and traded it off for a car that I still can't believe I even considered. now this is where we start to skip some years, I saw it here and there and it really bothered me. I was a night security guard in 1995 when I spotted it in the parking lot where I worked, I nearly had the kid convinced to trade it back to me when his dad informed him it was to be sold not traded due to a divorce, I had a family by then and no money, what was funny is that I ended up with a pro street car, street rods, and many others as time moved on but I always wanted that car back. I would hang out with my friends and they would talk about this car and that car. I remember telling them one night I was going to find and buy that car back one day, we all say that dont we? now we skip ahead to 2002 I ended up doing ok my kids were older and I was in business for myself. I had just sold a truck a camper, and my motorcycle so I had a few dollars, then it hit me....my old car. I called the court house and asked the girl at the office to please look up the car, yes I still have the original license plate so that helps. She looked it up but was very limited on information so I called the clerks office in the county the car was in. They not only know how I am talking about they are friends with them, I talk them into giving me the phone number...I am on cloud nine now. I call and ask the lady if she owns that car and she replies, yes I do. I explain that I would like to buy it and she was very clear to me that it is not for sale at any price! wow what a let down. I sit there thinking, I finally could probably afford it and she is not at all interested in selling it, what should I do? I have the address so I get in the car and go to her house. I'm not giving up that easy. I later found out she was a little worried that I was nuts. I show up and introduce myself at which point she says I told you it is not for sale. I said I know but I would really like to see it again, now that was a dissappoinment she opened the basement door and there sat my old 1966 Impala conv in 3 inches of water where it had been sitting for the last 6 years or so, someone had painted it plum crazy purple and it wasn't a good job either. It was however the right car. To make what is an already very long story short I ended up buying it. over the years I have brought it back to much like it was back in the day, some things are better than back in the day. I am almost there and I get people stopping and asking about buying it or trading this and that and when they do I remember what the lady I got it from said. It's not for sale. Anyway sorry to go on for so long, hope so enjoy the story and to those I bore to death, sorry about that...lol have a great weekend.

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chopperdave70

This is a great story but to be honest it just don't work without

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30Ddee

I'll be posting some pics very soon, just dont have them on this computer. sorry

Cool story Dave...........I wish I could get my 1st car back, but I know it went to the scrappers............

Waiting for those pics...

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Hope this helps to give visuals to the story.

good story but, then again i dont have my first car back and wouldnt want it back either i never drove that car legally, i.e. w/o a license but then again i wonder how it would look with a blower then again a 87'olds cutlass seirra 4 dr which we nicknamed the brown bomber was a turd from the word go.

Sweet ride Dave!!! Where in Ky are you? I am in Lebanon, and doing a frame off on my 68 Impala SS ragtop....hope it turns out just as nice. Have a 68 hardtop that was my father-in-laws car. Not restoring it yet, trying to get the ragtop and my truck done, but hopefully in the next year or so on the hardtop. Jerry

Awesome, sometimes you do get a second chance

Shane

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