The 1982 Z28 Chevrolet Camaro. Purchased by me in 1992, It
was my first sports car. I had Recently owned a 1983 Buick
Riviera Which was a really cool first car, but it was not
built to withstand the constant battering and beating of a
seventeen year old, heavy footed, punk kid. It was a classy
ride, but try swinging a tranny into that thing. So after I
bought the "Riv", I bought some crappity-crap Toyota Celica
GT, which turned out to be quite the reliable car. It had a
five speed and was tons of fun when it backfired underneath
bridges. However, it was only a car. I then traded the
Celica for a Plymouth Trail Duster down the block from me.
That was the biggest mistake of my life. I stole a bunch of
stop signs and arrow signs from down the block, cut them all
up and riveted the the truck back together. Shortly after
replacing the transfer case, the rear end and the front end,
I decided that it was time for something nice.
I found myself this Z28 that someone was selling over by
the South Shore mall and bought it for $2300. This car fit
me like a glove! It turned out to be the biggest piece of
crap that I ever owned and if I could go back in time, I
would do it all over again. I replaced every part in that
car at least twice. When it was running, I was so proud to
own this car. This rattle-bucket knew me and I knew it. The
car was an extension of me. Still, to this day, I have never
owned a vehicle like my old '82 Z28. Just sitting in it
again feels like I'm slipping into an old, comfy, pair of
jeans.
The car has been sitting for a while and I have thought of
getting rid of it. After Long and careful consideration and
after meeting so many people who would give their wife to
have their old hot rod back, I have made the expensive
decision to keep it.