My earliest "car" memory was of my Dad's 66 corvette roadster. The folks would put me in that little cubby behind the seats. (I was 3-4 years old) very good fun for a little kid! My brother came along and the vette got traded for a more practical "family" car. A 67 gto! I have got to get a copy of the folks' black and white photo of me standing in front of that car while Dad was washing it back in 68. As I restore my 67 Gto, my Dad reminds me he can't live forever and Reeeaaly wants to drive an old goat again. Oh, and my Dad told me he got $1800 trade in for the vette on his 67 gto deal, yeesshh!
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