The Supercar Registry - In The Beginning

My first car. For a long time now I said I was going to do a story on my past with Muscle Cars. Even though I have been retire for 16 years it just seemed like I could never get it done. Within the last 2 years I have also been not thinking straight and my memory is slowly draining away. I went for some tests and they tell me I have Dimensia. So I guess it's now or never.

I posted this a while back but I just wanted to start from the beginning for anyone who missed it. It all started for me at Belmont Chev Olds in 1969. I was a teenager fresh out of high school and my father promised me $400 for a downer on a car if I passed grade 12. I lived within walking distance of Gorries Golden Mile Chev, but everyone knew that if you wanted a fast Chev then Belmont was the place to go and Dave Mackay was guy to talk to. Dave was a great salesman and he knew his sh*t. He was the kind of guy that could read the back of a Corn Flakes box and you would think it was the word of God. He showed me a couple of cars and then something out front caught my eye. It was a 69 Camaro SS350 in silver with black interior and black SS stripes along the side. The front Endura Bumper was silver not chrome, to match the body. It had a 350/300 SBC 4 Spd with 4:10 gears. The SS wheels with the white letter tires really finished it off. OMG. It was friggin beautiful. Don't forget I was a green teenager who got excited just to drive the Old Man's 425 Olds. Dave took me for a ride behind the dealer. The car was dead stock so just cruising around was nice and smooth with the quiet exhaust. After all it was practically a new car. We started back to the dealer and pulled on to the street behind the dealer. Dave geared down and let her go. Damn. It was fast for me.
It ran 14.40. Dave powered the gears like a pro. I was sold. He gave me a great deal and I couldn't get to the bank fast enough.
It seemed like an eternity before me and my dad went to pick it up. I remember I was shaking all the way there. We finalized the deal and I went to get in the car. My dad stopped me and said "I'll drive it home". When I first went to look for a car my dad said "and I don't want to see any Hot Rod or a fast car". I couldn't believe he didn't realize it was fast when he saw it. We drove to the highway and when we got on the on ramp my dad nailed it. The car put down 2 nice black stripes on the pavement and actually got a little out of shape. Oh sh"t. It's all over now. I was so close. I almost had it. I figured he was going to get off on the next exit and take it back to the dealer. Surprisingly he didn't and we made it home. He got out of the car walked over to me and yelled "I told you nothing fast!" He kicked me in the ass so hard it lifted me right off the ground. ;)