So, grew up in a poor family in a southern burb of New Orleans. Worked all summer of 79 and saved up $400. Of course, everyone loved the Trans Am's and Z28's. I was soon a freshman in High School (80) and started looking at the papers and news on wheels for a car. My dad was a mechanic and my uncle owned a parts store that my dad worked in. I saw this car offered for sale @ $450, and while it was no current (then) model Camaro, I liked it. Got my dad and uncle and we went to go look at it by the lakefront. I fell in love and wanted it bad. Guy went down to $425, but all I had was $400. Mu uncle loaned me the $25 and we bought it. Plenty of story in between that Ill share later when I am done. Fast forward to my freshman (85) year in college, and I decided to sell the camaro (Stupidly like many did back then). Years and many muscle cars later, it's early 2006 (just after Hurricane Katrina) , and I get a call from someone I knew in High School. Sammy, whose family back then was into body and fender shops and junk yards. Sammy tells me that he has seen me on the internet the last few years flipping cars. He says that he has to two cars he has to sell because he didn't have insurance and needs the money. I tell him that I'm not fooling with any cars at the moment, but thanks for thinking of me. He then tells me, "you know, I have your high school Camaro in one of my junkyards", wait, what! He told me several years later the guy I sold it to trashed it, and he had been pulling parts off of it for years and it has been slowing rotting away. He says, "Buy my big block SS and my LM1 and I'll give you your car". Needless to say, I went and verified that it was indeed my car (ill explain that story later too) and then bought the cars. We had to go back to his yard with a flatbed and take the fence down in the back to get to the car. Sammy had several years of classic parts cars laying around in various stages of decay (you can see a Formula in the background).
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