It was the mid 70's and my older brother was 16. He had a 68 mustang, nothing special really. There was a 65 GTO for sale around the block from where we lived and my brother was thinking of buying it. My brother and my dad went to look at it and my dad test drove it because my brother couldn't drive a stickshift. Dad says no, you can't buy that car. The next day my brother comes driving up in the GTO. It turns out he had gone behind my dad's back and borrowed money from our grandfather till he could off the mustang. My dad was pissed. A few days later some of my brother's friends came by and asked to go for a ride. I got to go too and I sat in the right rear. My brother got on it and was going through the gears, I tried to pull myself up to see the speedo but I was just a kid and was pinned back in the seat. That car was fast. My brother had numerous problems with that car and it mostly sat in the driveway, which further pissed off my dad. A few years later I was taking auto shop in high school and the GTO was sitting with a bad clutch. My brother owed my dad some money so my dad offered me a deal, replace the clutch in the GTO so it was drivable and my brother could sell the car. My dad would get paid and he would kick me some of the money. So, I replaced the clutch. As I was road testing it I thought it was way faster than my beater 65 mustang so I sold the stang and bought the GTO from my brother. My dad was pissed all over again! Anyway, that's the one that got it all started for me. It was a 65 hardtop, Plametto green with black interior, tri power, 4 speed with a posi. I bought it for $600.00.
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