The story behind my car is my Grandfather bought it brand new off the showroom floor in 67. He then drove it around Long Beach for many years. He then parked it in his garage for 13 years, no one really knows why. The only thing we can think of is he was married and divorced 7 times, and every single woman tried to get the car in the divorce. So after he had died in early 90's, my father went and got the car. He brought it up to Seattle where we both live. He drove it around every now and then during the summer, went to dinners and stuff. Well I just turned 30 and its my turn to get the car. It runs very well, but does need a resortation, and I cant wait to get into it. The car means so much to me it is truly priceless. I love how its gone there my grandfather and my father and now me, so only the first name on the titles have changed.
what it going to look like when im done..
