It was 1981 and all I cared about was getting my independence and nothing spelled independence like a car! A good friend of mine remembered seeing an old Chevelle sitting in the front yard of his brothers pot dealer so I grabbed my farm hand and corn detasseling money and talked Mom into driving me over. There she was and all she needed was a motor and tires. She was American iron and about to be my badass ride; she was perfect! I plucked down $550 on the barrelhead and limped her home!
Unfortunately, an old Polaroid is all we had back then and film was expensive. So only a few pictures were ever taken of what was in my eyes, the greatest car of all time!