I was heavy into cars when I was a lot younger. Big F-body fan, Camaros and Firebirds. I must've owned a dozen or so here and there. I was lucky to have a father who appreciated such things, most of the time.
However I do recall eyeballing a '69 Stingray pretty hard for a few days, (this was back in the mid eighties), and when I finally got him over there to check it out, (just a kid, needed him to co-sign), he tilted that hood forward and there sat that beautiful 427....he just closed the hood, shook his head, and said "get back in the truck" He knew me pretty well.
No Corvette for me.
