[68gtoMN]

Let's see what happened to your GTOs along the way. These need not be "woe is me" stories, but it's interesting to see both ends of the GTO spectrum - accidents and restorations!

I'll start with the car I purchased in 1980 as my daily driver and used faithfully until I was attacked by an axe-wielding nutjob in Anoka, MN in 1986 (that's another story). Getting away from this guy, I over-revved and introduced a valve in the #8 cylinder to the piston that resided there. After this, I parked the car and began accumulating $$ to fix it yet again.

After several years of storage, I pulled the car out and was to begin the restoration of the car. It was parked in front of my parent's place, located at the mid-point of the street, one night. This, mind you, was formerly known as "the safest street on earth" by me for the following reasons:

* Dead End street
* Houses only on one side
* Directly across from the largest Catholic Church in the city
* The culdesac was occupied by two homes - one for priests, one for a local surgeon
* Next up was owned by a Service Agent
* Next to him was a Minneapolis Police officer
* Then my parent's place
* Three doors down was former FBI agent

I had God, Medical and the full spectrum of law enforcement ensuring that nothing would happen.

One night, as I sat my tush on a bed at midnight with all lights out, I heard a tremendous "explosion" with breaking glass and metallic noises. It was LOUD and it caused my heart to skip a beat or two.

The partner of the Mpls police officer next door had been gunned down approximately 6 months earlier in an ambush attack. My first thought was that the house next door had been bombed! I leapt from the bed upstairs, bounded down to the first floor and peered out of a window aside the front door. I saw no flames, but there was a strange set of dark objects in front of the house where my GTO had been parked. Cautiously, I turned on the front lights, still peering from around the corner and I was greeted by this...



The next day, it looked like this...


Notice parts of volvo next to curb behind GTO

Now here's the really interesting part - the driver of the volvo was the 16-year-old son of the Secret Service Agent who fell asleep and hit my car at about 40 MPH. And no, I could not beat him to a pulp because of what Dad might do... The GTO's front end used to be to the left of where the volvo then sat.

Now "show me yours"

[The Boss]

OUCH!

I had several no fault (of mine) accidents with my first Pontiac - my 77 Formula - one of them resulting in it's untimely demise. Unfortunately, no pictures of them.

[Ram4king]

1 of 1 Ram IV car hit by a motorcycle.

[nova7579]

Good to see that your still kickin Don.