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Like a lot of kids my age I started out in the tuner scene when i was in high school. My parents bought me a Honda Accord senior year and, when you don't have money, you chop watcha got. My best friend at the time (now he's my brother in law) started getting into muscle cars and tried to get me into it but I resisted for years. Then, one day, we saw a '70 chevelle ss for sale on the side of the road. It was metal flake blue with white stripes, a massive cowl hood and an awe-inspiring 454. I had never seen an engine so big and I started doubting my faith in japanese efficiency. A few days later I stumbled on an old photo album with pictures of my parents and me when they were my age. There I was. a chubby one-year-old sitting on my dad's ''70 Coronet. Next page: my uncles '79 z28 (obviously this one had an impression on me). I though to myself "What are my kids gonna be looking at when I'm my parent's age? Do I want them to see me in a 4-cylinder Honda and say 'That's my Dad'? How un-american is that? So the next paycheck I got I went out and bought the first american car I found: an 84 GMC Sierra (it was a good thing too cuz my Honda crapped out on me a few days later). I tore that thing to shreds and even asked my wife to marry me in it before I finally sold it. A year ago I bought an '81 Camaro for a cool $400 bucks and drove it home. Hopefully, I'll have some good memories with this one and pass on a passion for real american muscle to my kids someday.
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