Jakumo:
Back in the day I owned a 1965 Mustang with the standard 289 cubic inch V8 engine. Logged many a freeway mile in Southern California in that old car, and got issued a few speeding tickets in my day too ha ha.

Had her painted metallic grey and was close to tears when I finally had to sell her on account of being a broke-asz college student in need of funds quick. That wedge body shape is timeless, and I would definitely buy another 1965 Mustang today if I could find one that did not cost an arm and a leg, now that they are certified classics.

jodeci01:
Haven't driven any but the 70's is a classic people with taste would give an arm/leg for. Sadly, such cars go unappreciated over here in Nigeria. If I spotted that in traffic over here in Nigeria, would probably come out of my car, walk up to you with a salute n thumbs-up. You already know the answer -follow your heart.

Nigerians know little about muscle cars and majority would go for 20's new look. Hell,some people will think you referring to the 07-11 Toyota Camry nicknamed muscle and start wondering when Ford made muscle lol!

Jakumo:
I got an amusing story about the 1969 Chevy Camaro that I bought in South Pomona from an ex-con looking guy with lots of tattoos, who swore that he had misplaced the pink slip, but was the legit owner of the vehicle nonetheless.

I set aside my suspicions that the car might be stolen, because the asking price was the princely sum of $200, which I hurriedly forked over in cash right away, as soon as he fired up that 327 cubic inch Chevy V8 motor and I got to hear the beast rumble and roar. She needed brakes, and a new paint job, but I was still pleased with my "new" classic Chevy find, which I test-drove around for only a couple of days, before it coughed and died suddenly, leaving me with no choice but to park it by the roadside a quarter-mile from my home, at the time located in the Diamond Bar area, which is generally a safe, crime-free suburb.

Anyways, the early the next morning after the day my Camaro broke down, I walked back to where it had been parked by the roadside, only to discover that my beautiful $200 automotive treasure had been stolen during the night, and removed without a trace.

I phoned the police and a sheriff's deputy rolled up to the house in a police cruiser, ready to take down notes about the vehicle I was reporting stolen. When the officer got to the part of his missing vehicle questionnaire where I needed to provide an estimate of the cash value of the stolen car, the officer stopped writing the instant I let him know I had purchased the car for a measly $200.

With a look of barely concealed disgust, the policeman then put away his notebook, and promised me, as he abruptly left the house, that no stone would be left un-turned in the quest to solve the crime I had reported. Needless to say, I never heard back from the police about the progress of their investigation, and of course I never saw my $200 Camaro again.

Here, downloaded from the net, is a picture of a very clean Camaro made in the same year as the one I lost, but in FAR better condition than the beater I bought way back in my poor college student days. Hey, you asked for car stories and I had to tell this one, since I get a chuckle every time I remember that policeman's response to hearing the true value of my stolen '69 Camaro SS.

Jakumo:
I got an amusing story about the 1969 Chevy Camaro that I bought in South Pomona from an ex-con looking guy with lots of tattoos, who swore that he had misplaced the pink slip, but was the legit owner of the vehicle nonetheless.

I set aside my suspicions that the car might be stolen, because the asking price was the princely sum of $200, which I hurriedly forked over in cash right away, as soon as he fired up that 327 cubic inch Chevy V8 motor and I got to hear the beast rumble and roar. She needed brakes, and a new paint job, but I was still pleased with my "new" classic Chevy find, which I test-drove around for only a couple of days, before it coughed and died suddenly, leaving me with no choice but to park it by the roadside a quarter-mile from my home, at the time located in the Diamond Bar area, which is generally a safe, crime-free suburb.

Anyways, the early the next morning after the day my Camaro broke down, I walked back to where it had been parked by the roadside, only to discover that my beautiful $200 automotive treasure had been stolen during the night, and removed without a trace.

I phoned the police and a sheriff's deputy rolled up to the house in a police cruiser, ready to take down notes about the vehicle I was reporting stolen. When the officer got to the part of his missing vehicle questionnaire where I needed to provide an estimate of the cash value of the stolen car, the officer stopped writing the instant I let him know I had purchased the car for a measly $200.

With a look of barely concealed disgust, the policeman then put away his notebook, and promised me, as he abruptly left the house, that no stone would be left un-turned in the quest to solve the crime I had reported. Needless to say, I never heard back from the police about the progress of their investigation, and of course I never saw my $200 Camaro again.

Here, downloaded from the net, is a picture of a very clean Camaro made in the same year as the one I lost, but in FAR better condition than the beater I bought way back in my poor college student days. Hey, you asked for car stories and I had to tell this one, since I get a chuckle every time I remember that policeman's response to hearing the true value of my stolen '69 Camaro SS.

Jakumo:
Back in the day I owned a 1965 Mustang with the standard 289 cubic inch V8 engine. Logged many a freeway mile in Southern California in that old car, and got issued a few speeding tickets in my day too ha ha.

Had her painted metallic grey and was close to tears when I finally had to sell her on account of being a broke-asz college student in need of funds quick. That wedge body shape is timeless, and I would definitely buy another 1965 Mustang today if I could find one that did not cost an arm and a leg, now that they are certified classics.