My first crush was at 6 years old - a Black 69 Camaro SS that a cop bought new in our neighborhood.
I'd gaze at it every morning when we passed his house on the school bus.
The second owner lived a couple neighborhoods over and was 5 or 6 years older than me.
In spring of 1982 i was a senior in high school and one night he came to a spot where we hung out (drinking beer and etc..) .
Says - heard you were looking for an early Firebird
I got excited and said yes , you know about one ?!
No , but I got a 69 Camaro SS with no motor or trans you can have for $375 (the cops car)
I bought it early the next morning.
It still had the 3:73 12bolt , in dash tach with factory console gauges , decent body and interior.
Bell housing and driveshaft.
He already sold the cowl hood and breather too.
Still felt like I had practically stolen the car though.
Dragged it home about 2 miles with a chain behind my Vega and a buddy inside working the wheel and brakes.
We didn't even check if the brakes still worked - but luckily they did
In 1984 it was burned beyond imagination in my mothers carport when she had a house fire on that end of her house.
Never seen a car get so fk'd up in my life.
Never got to drive it , but had sat in it right much day dreaming.
