In 1969, when I was 20, I bought a ‘69 Roadrunner 383, 4 on the floor, with the financial help of my dad - the muscle car I loved the most. I only got to keep it a few years before I had to sell. This past March, I turned 72. To celebrate my birthday, my wife asked my car collector/drag racing buddy to help her find another one. They sneaked it into his shop when I was out, and then gathered friends for a surprise presentation. It’s bright orange, and he’s a Chevy guy, so it stuck out like a sore thumb!
It’s a very nice restoration, but a daily driver. I drove it all summer with a smile on my face, and I look forward to working on it more and driving it ‘til my days are up.
It’s a very nice restoration, but a daily driver. I drove it all summer with a smile on my face, and I look forward to working on it more and driving it ‘til my days are up.