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Post #244 on page 25 shows 2 of my 3 69 Camaros. I still have those 2. Here are 2 of the 3 67 Chevelles I had. The blue one is what started it all, you could say. I was 16 in the winter of 77. In the background is the 69 Cutlass 6 cylinder dad bought for me to drive. NO V8, he said. That summer I got a job working in a Firestone tire store. That is where I, to use dad's words, ruined that Cutlass. I bought air shocks, painted the rear end yellow, put a bald set of 60 series and rims that a customer took off their hippie van and didn't want. I cut off the new Midas exhaust because the car was not loud. Too many neutral dumps broke the Super Turbine 300 trans. Some guys down at the corner garage got in a 66 GTO that had been T-boned hard. I was making a deal to buy the 389 tri power and TH400 to put in the Cutlass. Dad found out my plans. He promptly had the trans repaired and sold the car. Not to be discouraged, I said to myself, I'll just buy my own car. At the end of summer, here is what I drug home without consulting my folks. The Robin Egg Blue Cutlass is in the background. I dearly loved that SS 396 4 speed Chevelle. Dad sent me off to military school as payment for my purchase. After graduating Military school, the flamed SS396 Camaro was bought, then, another Chevelle, maroon in color.
Oh, one last thing. My "Hippie Belt" was a real deal left by some hippies in one of dad's rental properties. And the big parking area, we had a 72 acre farm. I was a real backward sheltered country boy.