Back in the late seventies I went to look at a turquoise ’68 Camaro SS350. I don’t remember the mileage exactly, but it was a very low, original owner car. He had taken it off the road in the early seventies to race at West Hampton and it had just been sitting in his garage for years. It was a 4-spd car with slicks and headers and no other modifications. The car was perfect; the only defect was a dime sized ding in the passenger door from his daughter knocking against it getting her bicycle out of the garage. It looked brand new inside and out.
It was listed for $2500, I offered him $2000, he dropped to $2400, I went to $2200 but he wouldn’t budge. I wanted a driver, and didn’t want to have to buy tires and an exhaust system and was crappy because I had gotten a radar ticket on the Meadowbrook Pkwy going to his house and walked away from the sale.
Every time I see a turquoise Camaro I get that sick feeling in my stomach, knowing I still would have had that car today!
