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Join Date: Dec 2009
Location: Ohio
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Ooooooh.... reminds me of the 1976 Pontiac Grand Prix LJ with 455 and posi rear end. The dealer had bought it for his wife. But she wanted something bigger (hope she meant car....) Anyway it was silver with a red interior, red pinstripes, electric sun roof, the half vinyl top, and power everything. And I got a great buy on it, because it coudn't be sold as new.....
The car was a monster until I fell asleep one night driving home and I ended up bending the frame.... Never again quite the same. And I had to trade it on a 1980 Grand Prix that was a total bunch of junk. My wife had a 1974 Grand Prix 455 that wouldn't go up a hill without help, until Arlen Vanke fixed it. But the 76 was the perfect blend of beauty, power, and luxury. Arguably one of the last muscle cars. I always have regretted putting it into a ditch... Alcohol, I must unfortunately admit was involved.... David The New Hemi Guy Last edited by NewHemi; 12-11-2012 at 04:46 PM. |
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Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Orange City Fl
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1957 Chevy 210 2dr. Wagon 4-speed 327 Dana 60 4-link,
car would hook in a car wash. 1960 Chevy Biscayne 348/335 4-speed Black. 1969 Dodge Dart Swinger 340 4-speed Bright Red but looked Orange. Hammer |
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Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: Reseda, CA
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I had a '68 Pontiac GTO, 400/4-speed car. Hide-away lights, 4-piston-caliper disc brakes, super clean inside and out. It was my first "Muscle Car" at 17 years old, and I paid $700 for it (running/ready to register and drive/etc). The Goat was basically the car that I "learned about cars" on, as I was always making DIY repairs (when needed) or bolt-on upgrades and such, right in my parents' driveway.
The GTO was parked when I went away to college in 1981. It sat in my grandfather's garage for my entire 4 years at school. Every winter, a guy who shoveled my grandpop's driveway would pester him about asking me if I would sell the car. Finally, after I graduated, got a job and bought a brand-new car, I gave in and sold the guy--"Crazy Mike (I should've taken that as the sign it really was)"--my GTO. Now, mind you, this was a really clean ride, inside and out. Fast, no issues, etc. A few months after I sold the car, I saw it at a local car show. After taking ownership, Crazy Mike WELDED the front end together and made a "tilt" nose, added a hideously poor flame job to the Ebonite Black paint, and carved the rear wheel wells to allow for bigger tires. Sick to my stomach is an understatement. If I had any clue the car would've ended up in that state, I never would have sold it to Crazy Mike. Also, if I had ANY clue that an auction series called Barrett Jackson's would be a part of our lifetime, I would've kept that car tucked in grandpop's garage, and cashed in on a nice little chunk of change! That's the one I wish I had back! |
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