Larry, Well sure I am interested. You know bein a youger man in the 60's and 70's was certainly way different than that of my time and the next generation will say the same thing. But I find it interesting to hear life hickups from different people and different generations. To me old muscle cars will always be the best, and a great story relating to old muscle goes a long way. I read every post on this thread even if I dont reply to em.

The police wanted to know if I slipped a business card into the door cavity or under the carpeting….I hadn’t ever heard of anything like that. They go into the Auto Body and Frame Shop………….but you guessed it……….the place was clean. Evidently the owner got some bad vibes and got rid of everything. Later on I found out from people who were actually there….what had happened. The engine I never found out actually..... where it went. The seats, wheels and tires and transmission went to different people. They were playing around with torches and hitting the fiberglass with the flames. That cleared out the place from the fumes……….gosh I hope no-one got sick. The Chevy dealer and I met to work out an agreeable price……….hahaha………they wanted to give me a discounted value……but I had receipts of items installed aftermarket. I really didn’t want to list too much or extensive engine work……for fear that my insurance would be involved. The car was in my mom’s name as the major driver of the car…….yea right………she didn’t have a license and was even legally blind. She lost her eyesight due to experimental meds for her lupus (not much was know at that time about lupus). Our insurance man was a personal friend and fixed up everything for me to get affordable insurance rates.  The Chevy dealer’s insurance people wanted to wait for recovery of the car. Finally about 9 months later parts were found many miles away in a deep wooded ravine. The police called to tell me that they found my plates. They wanted me to pick them up. When I went to retrieve them……..they were all messed up from being folded up and jammed into the gas tank. I wanted to know where the car was……….they said “You really don’t want to see what was left of it”………yea right……….I wanted to see it. They showed me pictures of it. It was laying on top of a blue 63 vette convertible. There were remnants of 42 different cars. I finally got them to tell me the exact location. My friend and I went to see it. He took pictures of me holding up parts and pieces of what was left. I still have all the pictures. So, one night I’m sitting in a “Big Boy Drive-In” in a friend’s car. In pulls a 61 Chevy with my wheels and tires. I’m sick seeing that………..so my friend (Ray) jumps out and threatens the guy. The guy says he has receipts and he didn’t steal them. The next night he pulls in………..without my stuff. He must have got rid of it, because I never saw them again. I’ll tell you more tomorrow…………..            

 

 

There wasn’t much left of my vette. The frame was cut up and dumped into Lake Erie. The fiberglass body panels were dumped into the ravine and torched with the fuel from my gas tank. Half way down the hill my hood was scratched but still in one piece. One night weeks later, I get a “brilliant” (at 4am) idea to go back and get the hood. I ordered a 396/425 65 Corvette Vert. I thought that I could modify the hood for the drag strip. So we drive over to get the hood (6 guys in the car). We pull back into the woods when all HELL broke loose. Lights on us from every direction. Cops with GUNS pointing at us from every angle. So me being the rocket scientist that I am, tries to open the car door………not a cool thing to do with guns and nervous police. The door gets slammed back at me as I tried opening it. I’m yelling that it’s my car there. Finally the one cop says, “You with the mouth, get out slowly…..the others ….STAY IN THE CAR.” He pushes me against the car, with my back to him to frisk me. I’m nuts enough to ask him if it was good as for him as it was me (I’m really lucky I’m still alive). He tells me to pull my wallet out and show my ID. He checks it out, and tells me that I’m lucky that he knew me. He was the one who checked out my plates and called me about finding the car. He then mentioned that the insurance owned the hood since they paid me off. They were laying for the crooks to come back. He said that they were going to come in shooting…….probably to scare us...(it kinda worked). They told us to get out and NEVER come back. We managed to believe that might be the best thing to do. I’ll tell you more later………….     

 

 

corvette440hp2009-06-08 09:17:36

I'm off topic............so see you guys...........later..................