Victim of a better career
My victim of a better career choice.
From the time I could talk it seemed like I had been a Chevy
lover. My uncles all had them and waved the Chevy banner with pride.
It was predestined that I would own Chevys. I had a Chevelle, an El Camino, a Z/28, a Monte Carlo, and a Corvette. The Vette was my Chevy Dream Car. I had promised my self that when I turned 25, (I had to be 25 for insurance purposes) I would get myself a mid year Vette preferably a ‘67 coupe.
My Uncle Al found a ‘66 Roadster in Visalia, CA. It had been sand blasted by an impatient body shop that didn’t grasp how to strip a fiberglass car. In reality this car should have been scrapped, the body was in such bad condition.
I bought it because it was affordable, I thought I could fix it.
I learned how to work glass by the sink or swim method
but the bodywork came out pretty good. The over all car besides the body was in decent shape. It had a built 350 HP 327 with dual quads it made over 400 HP, backed by a M21 and rode on factory F41 suspension with 4:88s in the rear.
I added Koni’s and late model sway bars, American Torq Thrusts on Falcon tires, I short coarse road raced the car, cruised it and had a blast.
I wanted to go back to school to get my degree in Industrial Design, so unfortunately I had to sell it. This pic was taken
about three months before I sold the car on the day this pic was shot, I got into a little light to light action with a ‘87 Porsche 930, which left the Porsche owner second guessing his puchase, and left his girlfriend in the passenger seat wondering the same thing about him.
It was my last Chevy to date, but it won’t be my last. I replaced the car with my GT 350 replica, when I graduated college, because I couldn’t turn down the incredible deal I got on it.
Now days I love all name plates, but Chevys will always have a soft spot in my heart where cars are concerned.