When I was a teenager, my Dad said he would match me dollar for dollar when it came time to buy a car. By the time I turned 16, I ended up saving around $1,600. So with his match, I had just over $3,200. I remember waking up every Sunday morning and going through the Washington Post classifieds looking for '67 - '69 Firebirds and Camaros. My Dad and I would head out Sunday morning and make the rounds looking at cars. We spent weeks looking for a good canidate.
Mustangs weren't even on my radar, but we came across a solid looking 67 coupe for $1,600. I ended up driving it home for $1,200. It was a solid body coupe with worn out paint, 289-2V, automatic, 4 wheel drum breaks and hubcaps.
I had enough money left over for a nice paint job and some Cragar wheels. Over time, I redid the interior, replacing the carpet, reupholstering the seats and repainting all of the panels. Man, I kept so much ArmorAll on those seats, that you would slide right out everytime you hit the brakes.
Wow! Good thing I didn't find a Camaro, I might have grown up to be White Trash!
Mustangs weren't even on my radar, but we came across a solid looking 67 coupe for $1,600. I ended up driving it home for $1,200. It was a solid body coupe with worn out paint, 289-2V, automatic, 4 wheel drum breaks and hubcaps.
I had enough money left over for a nice paint job and some Cragar wheels. Over time, I redid the interior, replacing the carpet, reupholstering the seats and repainting all of the panels. Man, I kept so much ArmorAll on those seats, that you would slide right out everytime you hit the brakes.
Wow! Good thing I didn't find a Camaro, I might have grown up to be White Trash!
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