a true story abount my first car
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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