What does that mean?! Well here's the short of it. At the age of 15 I bought my first car, a 1967 Chevelle Convertible. I proceeded to toy with the car in high school, it was in primer, had a 350, T350 tranny, and a 10 bolt with 3.08's. Wasn't much at the time and it never looked pretty...
...until the first of two fateful days for my Chevelle. I was 18 and preparing to get on with my life and decided to go to community college. I actually enrolled for summer school at the college and my first day happened to be the same day as high school graduation. I went to school that morning and was excited about going to graduation and having a good time. I proceeded to drive home on the highway without letting my foot off the floor (that's actually the way they should be driven), at about the time I hit somewhere between 120 and 130 MPH my drive shaft decide to break in half. I thought someone was shooting at me with a machine gun!!
With the help of my brother Todd I was able to get the car towed home. I went to graduation, did the parties etc. The next morning my brother and I were out looking at the undrivable car, looking closer and also noticing that the transmission housing was broke in half right behind where it bolts to the engine. My brother after staring in silence for a while says to me "You know we could do a frame-off on this car, it won't be too hard, we'll be done in a few months."
Well three years later with a crate 454 LS6, T400, 12 Bolt 4.10 Posi, the bottom of the car and body red, frame silver poly, and the suspension black I was finally able to drive it again. Actually, one of the reasons it took so long was because of an incompetent machine shop that is no longer open. They forgot to drill out the valve guides and that caused a tremendous amount of headaches because that's something you just don't think of. Thanks Bastards!!
Anyway, on to the second fateful day. This is one of the worst days of my life. I came home at around 12:30 AM after a Rush Concert and my Chevelle was sitting there and my buddy Scott
who was driving made a comment "You need to wash that thing" to which I responded "Yeah, I know." The next morning I get up to go to work and I walk outside to see that where my beautiful 1967 Chevelle Convertible was, is now an empty spot. Yes, the car had been stolen, never to be found again, at least to this date. Not without some much appreciated attempts to find it by my Brother Todd and good friend Scott, both of which are mentioned above, take a look at their sites by clicking on their names.
Well it was 3 years before I was able to get a new ride. One of the cars that I had always wanted was a 66/67 Chevy II. At a local swap meet, Scott, Todd and I were looking at the cars in the Car Corral. One of the cars there was a wasted out '65 Chevelle Convertible that Todd and Scott were really pushing hard for me to get, and I was considering it, but I said "No, I'm going to hold out for a Chev II." We continued walking and my brother was trying to convince me that the Chevelle was the way to go and then it happened. We turned around and there it sat, a 1967 Chevy II original SS 4 Speed car on a trailer. It didn't have an engine or transmission but the body was in tremendous shape. And that's how the story begins.
These are some fellow car nuts:
My Brother
Todd's 66 Chevelle Convertible
Rhea's Rad Roddin'
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RIDGID NASCAR
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Izzy's Custom Cages
More Great Links:
Great Nova Site (A ton of Nova Links)
Chris Alston's Chassisworks, Inc.
The Gear Zone
