What I wanted, and I what I ended up with are 2 totally different thing!
It was 1977, and I was living in the West Chester PA area.
The parking lot at the local high school that I was attending was full of
every type of muscle car imagineable.
I remember looking out the windows and seeing a Boss 429, a Cuda T/A,
and lots of Mustangs, and Camaros.
I was just itchin' to be as cool, or cooler than any of the other students.
A guy I knew, had a 67 Chevelle SS, that he had restored.
It had a nasty 283, with a 4 speed in it!!!!
He had gotten so many tickets with it, that the police told him they
would impound the car if they ever saw him driving it.
So he had to sell it, or possibly go to jail.
I could visualize myself cruisin' with a car full of babes, just hanging on my every word!!!
I was drawn to this car, like a moth to a flame.
Thank goodness, I couldn't come up with the money, because I probably
would have hurt myself, or someone else.
I ended buying a 68 Impala 2 door. 327/250 with a powerglide
from an original owner.
It had 48,000 original miles, black with a white top, black interior,
and all the trim inside the car had a yellowish brown film on it, because the owner smoked like a chimney.
I installed dual ehaust, and a CB radio ( remember those?), AM/FM stereo, and drove the car for 2 years.
I never put another dime into it except for oil changes, and 1 tune-up.
It was bullet-proof, and I sold it for more than I paid for it.
Those were the days!!!!
Elon