HuggerSS
03-08-2020, 06:32 AM
There has been a couple members on the site posting about finding their old cars or finding the history of their cars. Because of that, it inspired me to re-post my experience on finding my high school car. I mentioned this story about a year ago, but it has been such a big part of my life, I thought I would re-share it;
My father helped me buy my first car in 1985. It was my dream car, looking back, I still find it to be surreal. It was a 1969 RS/SS 396/325 4 speed, Hugger Orange, black vinyl top. The car was well optioned with comfort weave interior, tach and gauges, deluxe seat belts, speed warning, tilt wheel, wood wheel, spoilers and a enduro bumper. The car was stored most of its life, completely rust free with only showing 26,000 original miles on the odometer. I loved this car and took very good care of it, but when I went to college out of state in 1991, I reluctantly had to sell the car. After college I spent numerous years looking for the car. I posting want adds on multiple forums looking for the car, I even went as far as hiring a private investigator to look for the car. After I exhausted all my possible avenues, I finally gave up.
January 14, 2019, my father unexpectantly had a heart attach in his sleep and passed away at the age of 72. This was obviously devastating for me. That week while morning, numerous odd things happened to me; My wife and I were going through some pictures to post at the wake. I picked up the first picture of my father and handed it to my wife. I started to explain the picture to her, when the light above our heads at the kitchen table exploded. Something I have never previously experienced. Another unusual experience happened the next day. I was talking to my sister on the phone before walking into a Hallmark store to get a card. My dad was a music lover, my sister mentioned to me that she just played one of his favorite songs, don’t stop the rain by CCR. After our conversation, I walked in the Hallmark store. One step after I enter through the door, the DJ on the radio station said “CCR, don’t stop the rain by request”. These two events, though being odd, I just chalked them up as being a coincidence
The next day I was walking into my fathers wake, when my phone rang. I was very surprised at the time that I did not turn my phone off or leave it in the car. I also felt it was inappropriate to answer it, but I felt compelled to do so. A gentleman on the phone came right out and said; “I know where your old Camaro is and it is for sale!” He give me the name and contact information for the owner Scott. The next day I called Scott, after a long conversation I realized the car was out of my price range because I just purchased a 1968 Z28. After telling Scott my situation, he told me he would do whatever he could to make a deal work for me. I mentioned to him I also had a 1969 RS Z28 that was a driver, that I could work into a trade. He said that was the car he was looking for and he would trade me straight up for my car back!
This story has had so many crazy variables, I feel there was much more then luck in me getting my old Camaro back... All I can say, is thank you Dad!
My father helped me buy my first car in 1985. It was my dream car, looking back, I still find it to be surreal. It was a 1969 RS/SS 396/325 4 speed, Hugger Orange, black vinyl top. The car was well optioned with comfort weave interior, tach and gauges, deluxe seat belts, speed warning, tilt wheel, wood wheel, spoilers and a enduro bumper. The car was stored most of its life, completely rust free with only showing 26,000 original miles on the odometer. I loved this car and took very good care of it, but when I went to college out of state in 1991, I reluctantly had to sell the car. After college I spent numerous years looking for the car. I posting want adds on multiple forums looking for the car, I even went as far as hiring a private investigator to look for the car. After I exhausted all my possible avenues, I finally gave up.
January 14, 2019, my father unexpectantly had a heart attach in his sleep and passed away at the age of 72. This was obviously devastating for me. That week while morning, numerous odd things happened to me; My wife and I were going through some pictures to post at the wake. I picked up the first picture of my father and handed it to my wife. I started to explain the picture to her, when the light above our heads at the kitchen table exploded. Something I have never previously experienced. Another unusual experience happened the next day. I was talking to my sister on the phone before walking into a Hallmark store to get a card. My dad was a music lover, my sister mentioned to me that she just played one of his favorite songs, don’t stop the rain by CCR. After our conversation, I walked in the Hallmark store. One step after I enter through the door, the DJ on the radio station said “CCR, don’t stop the rain by request”. These two events, though being odd, I just chalked them up as being a coincidence
The next day I was walking into my fathers wake, when my phone rang. I was very surprised at the time that I did not turn my phone off or leave it in the car. I also felt it was inappropriate to answer it, but I felt compelled to do so. A gentleman on the phone came right out and said; “I know where your old Camaro is and it is for sale!” He give me the name and contact information for the owner Scott. The next day I called Scott, after a long conversation I realized the car was out of my price range because I just purchased a 1968 Z28. After telling Scott my situation, he told me he would do whatever he could to make a deal work for me. I mentioned to him I also had a 1969 RS Z28 that was a driver, that I could work into a trade. He said that was the car he was looking for and he would trade me straight up for my car back!
This story has had so many crazy variables, I feel there was much more then luck in me getting my old Camaro back... All I can say, is thank you Dad!