I honestly can't remember, for reasons that are really not normal, see the explaination is like this: I was brought back from the hospital when I was born in my Dads 1969 green GTO. That as my Father says "set the seed in his little head!" Then I can remember him actually selling the car when I was around 5 or 6 years old, my Mom actually cried. I promised myself then taht I would some day find one. Being a little kid phases come and go, but that seed was always in the back of my head. Especially since my Dad would recall racing stories of his green 69 GTO running around North Jersey between Bergan County where he worked, and Sussex County where we lived. Then as I got into high school and old enough to drive, the first thing my Dad said as I starrted loking for my GTO was "No way, not until you get some real expierence driving, will I let you get into a car like that. You will kill yourself." Mad, yeah was I but I never forgot. Then a few years passes, my Dad notices that I haven't really mentioned anything about it he starts talking to me about it. What happened was that my Mom showed him a story I wrote and was actually published in a book my old high school put out for students works called the "Back Porch Review." The story was entitled "My Dream Car". In short it was about a red on white 1967 4 speed GTO. Please remember that at this time, late 80's into the early 90's the Porsche, Ferraris and Lambo's were the favorite of a lot of kids, few in my area were into the "muscle cars".
Well he walks into my room one night with the story and there I was marking adds in that months edition of Hemmings Motor News, with a ton of High Performance Pontiac mags cast about the room. Looks at the walls and really sees that there wasn't all that many posters of women but almost entirely of GTOs and a few Chevys mixed in for good measure.
Shortly after I placed some mail orders for the GTO only books, like the book of information breaking down vin codes and what not. It turns out that one day he calls home from work, odd as it was because he never really did that, to tell me tha the found to GTO's that I should look at. Alright I said kind of disbelieving, where are they? Turns out there were sitting at a used car dealership in Mahwaha NJ a town right next to Ramsey. I went down that next day and sitting there was my '67, not in real bad shape but it needed some help. Now today I still have that old GTO. Every one that asks that it has survived college, 3 cranky girlfriends, one almsot marriage, 3 house moves, and a lasting marriage with a Son whos 5 years old. My wife calls it the other woman.
