I turned 16 last May, and I decided to look for a car. I wanted something classic enough to gain value over time, something fast enough to be fun, and something loud enough to make all the people with giant tail pipes on the imports to simultaneously wet their pants. What I was looking for was a Muscle car. Maybe a Mustang, those are fast and loud and fun to drive. But, I wanted something unique, something that you didn’t see everyday. Something that would make people say “what is that?!” I didn’t know what I was going to find. And then… I saw the movie Transformers. I loved it; it was probably one of the most amazing movies I had ever seen. I stepped out of the theatre with my friends and a smile on my face, and then I looked to my left. Right next door to the theatre, was this Camaro for sale. I popped the hood and saw the engine, and I was breathless. I had found my car, I had found my Camaro. The Man who originally owned it actually used it for racing. Like Gran Prix and Circuit racing. He built the engine ground up using the block off of a truck. After he got the Camaro, he tore it apart to the frame and rebuilt it ground up, using all the high performance parts he could afford. It’s like he built it with his soul. He even installed a CB radio inside, it’s actually pretty sweet, and I can talk to bus drivers and truckers and stuff. He told me, that if he had the money, that car would be his. I promised I would take care of it. The guy I bought it from wasn’t the original owner though; the guy I bought it from was some punk from Cottonwood High. Apparently he needed the money for something, so he was selling it. I saw that he had disconnected the stereo, Alarm system, CB radio, and the carburetor was in need of major adjusting. I reconnected everything but the alarm system, the stereo that was in it is amazing. For 80’s tech anyway, there are two amps in the back connected to some cheapo-brand red subwoofers and some Wal-Mart brand tweeters, and I think the stock 8x9s. I can’t tell you how many times I have pushed those cheap speakers to the limit blasting Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith. I got myself a pretty nice deck but, I have the windshield antenna deal, so I don’t get very good radio reception, but that’s OK, it still rocks. I loved that car, and it loved me. It even saved the Def Leppard, Foreigner, and Styx concert. It overheated in the traffic jam on our way to USANA Amphitheatre, so we pushed it to the side and walked to the concert. We noticed that most of the people in the traffic jam we were in missed not only Foreigner, but Styx as well. So, because my Camaro overheated and we were forced to walk we were able to see the entire concert. Then on February 23rd 2008, I was on my way to Battle of the Bands with my friends, Scotty and Ryan. I always keep Scotty in the front seat because I have never been good with directions or distances. Scotty on the other hand seemed to know exactly where we were going no matter where we are. So he is my extra set of eyes and my GPS. We passed the street we were supposed to turn on because there was no sign on the street light. Scotty noticed this an 78th South and about 480 West and said “just flip a U-turn right here.” I got in the turn lane and came to a complete stop. I checked for cars and pedestrians, there were no cars and the only pedestrians were a ways down the road. I counted the lanes…2, so I figured that it was enough room. I went for it. Unfortunately, while I was looking for pedestrians and cars, I was not looking for poles. I didn’t even notice it until I hit it. The sound will forever echo in my mind. BLAM! I can never get over it. I hit a pole. This was like, a monster pole, like… it was made out of melted down civil war canons and then filled steel from melted down failed atomic bomb experiments creating the most evil and deadly pole ever. There was no power coming from the battery so I couldn’t turn on my hazard lights, we were stuck in the middle of a lane, with my entire front end smashed into a pole.