i miss my 70

[ezernut9mm]

i was just thumbing through some old pics on photobucket and i really got missing my 70. i kinda wish i wouldn't have traded it for the 61 uni.

[jzjames]

Looked pretty nice.

"Take your losses". That is one of my favorite sayings in life. I believe there's a good reason for them.

[Mancar1]

Heck, if I had back all the stuff I wish I would have kept over the years, I wouldn't have room for it all. The only thing constant in life is change. Hind site is 20/20.
What does the 61 look like?

[woods]

I regret getting rid of quite a few cars just due to sentimental reasons. Then there are a couple that I regret dumping due to the fact that I could probably quite working if I could sell them today.

When I was a kid, I used to stumble on all kinds of neat stuff. At the time, I had no clue just how neat the stuff was. Here is just one example. When I was 16 or maybe 17, I was on a camping trip in SE Oregon with my folks. Some of the towns in this area (most) have under 100 people and are just kinda plopped out in the desert. I was driving into one of these small town to get some groceries and fuel, I got to the gas station and across the street in a guys driveway was a Mustang with a smashed up passenger side fender, but the rest looked mint. It had for sale written on it's windshield with white shoe polish.

I fueled up, walked over there and beat on the door. A woman answered and I told her I was interested in the car for sale. There was a guy sitting on the couch in the back who looked like a pouting child. She comes out, closes the door behind her. She says in a authoritative voice "Yeah, I'm the one selling it, my husband is too stupid and too much of a damn drunk to have it". I asked how much. She said 300 bucks and get it out of here by the end of the day. I had 250 something on me in cash. I said that I would take it, handed her 250 and said I would be back with the other 50. She says, no, 250 is fine, I'll put the title on the seat, just come and get it today and don't bother knocking.

Alright, so let me tell you about this car. The car was a 10, aside from the wiped out fender. The inside was perfect, like new and nothing else had been touch on it. So, you want to get woozy? It was a real, 1970, boss 302 car and nothing was changed on it. The car was drivable. It was blue and had the gold colored strip with boss in it. I'm feeling a bit sick just talking about this.

So, now I am 600 miles from home and I have to get this car back. My Father is a bit of a jerk, was then, is now. If the man got the slightest sense I was interested in something, he would do his best to sabotage it. So he is not going to help me get it back and also tells me that I am not allowed to keep it at the house. So, now I'm out 250, and have no way to get the car out of there. My uncle on the other hand was cool and would help anyway he could. So he gives me a ride to the car, so I can at least drive it out of there. I get there, open the door and sure enough, signed title in the seat with keys in the ign. I fire it up and off I go to where we are camping.

We were going to be camping for another week and a half, so I had some time to figure out what I was going to do with it. Eventually, I put together a contraption out of 2x6's, a bunch of old rope and a cut up tire that I thought would work to pull it back. Yeah, that's right, I was going to pull a Boss 302 car back with rope and wood. Keep in mind my age, how long ago this was and how I really just thought it was an old mustang with a thrashed fender.

I made it all the way home with this pile of wood and rope. I would stop every hundred miles or so and give it the once over.

So, I get home and immediately, my Dad starts chewing my butt about how I need to get it out of there. Oh, God forbid you would actually help me with it, or maybe even fix it with me for a Father Son thing. Anyway, I now have to do something with it and I don't know what. I un-hook it from my pickup and I start driving around to friend's houses asking them if I could store it there for a little bit. All of these guys still lived with their folks, so all that was a no go.

I had stopped to put gas in it at the local Chevron. The owner of the station comes out, has a look at the car and starts asking me questions. I told him the story and told him the predicament I was in. He says, "well, I'll buy it from you, how much do you want?" I shrugged, all I really wanted was my 250 back at this point. He says, "I'll give you 1000 cash for it right now." Well WOW, I just made 750 and would get it out of my hair. This was GREAT "puke". So, he gave me a grand and a ride home.

His name is Jerry. Jerry still has the car, he of course fixed the fender and it's still in the awesome shape it was in when I got it. He keeps it in a climate controlled shop and only drives it during the summer to car shows and such.

Not only is that car worth a gob of dough, I now get to hear about how stupid I was for selling it every time my Dad spots it out running around. Yeah...I still hear about it to this day.

So, I have a few stories about cars like this, one of them involves a real super bird that I parted with for a hand full of mud or something similar.

[jimmy828]

i wish i had the cars i parted with when i was much younger. A 67 Firebird, 68 berrecuda, 71 olds cutless. 69 gmc 4x4 swb truck and many more. Back then they were just cars. A way around to do the things i was not suppose to be doing. 35 years or more later and the wiser, i wish i could have a couple of them back. It is what it is

[jzjames]

woods, that is a sad story. That musta hurt.

There's ALOT of stories like that out there. Must have been in the late 70's I would guess?
(BTW, I had a father just like yours,.. passed away 2 years ago at 90 and made people's lives miserable up until the bitter end. )

[basshound71]

I think we all have those stories. Mine involves my first truck, a '65 Chevy pickup and the worst one a '78 Dodge Pickup with the Warlock package complete with a 440. A 440 in a 1/2 ton stepside hauls ars by the way. I had just got married and had it stored in an ex girlfriends uncles barn. They said we need it out and we have somebody that wants it. Sold it for 500 like a dumbass.

[Bumpside Collector]

I don't have any regret stories about cars I had and let go because I never had the dough to get anything cool! I'm trying to make up for it now.

[binder56jd]

i understand

pictures and rear view mirrors

don't look back mon

[ezernut9mm]

eh, it was just a drinking and posting type thing. it was one of the best running/driving old trucks i have owned though.

[dirtwrench]

Woods, I think our fathers may be brothers. Cousins t the very least.

When I was 16, an uncle (who even I knew was a crook) offered to sell me a 65 Mustang he was tired of. 289, auto, ps. Ran, drove, stopped, all the things it was supposed to do. I do not recall the miles, but it seemed low at the time. He wanted $600 and said if I didn't have all the money, I could make payments. It was a sweet lil Stang and I was a teen- ran home grabbed the cash from my bedroom and almost made it out the door before.... Dad. This is the point he did his usual sh$t fit and fell in followed by dragging me in as well. Needless to say, the car sat at my Uncle's until he died a few years back. Slowly rotted away while he got too old to do anything with it and refused to sell to anyone, including me, after Dad's tirade at him for trying to "screw me over."

[Madman]

I know how you guys feel, but fortunately, I kept my first car, which is also the vehicle I took my drivers test in, my 1948 Willys CJ2A!

[woods]

I took my drivers test in the orange 71 in my avatar. That truck is pretty much a huge part of my life now that I think about it. I have a cj3b btw and love it.

[ezernut9mm]

i took my drivers test in a 79 datsun 510 station wagon. and no, i don't miss that one.

[kuz367]

Haha,

Ezer, that brings back memories. My first car was a '74 Datsun b210 "Honey Bee' edition. Had a giant bee painted on the hood and the entire car was sunflower yellow! I parked wwaaayyy in the back of the school lot.

Kevin