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79T/A · 03-03-2009, 09:29 PM

Almost all of my cars have been fun, starting with my 1981 Toyota Corolla. Yeah, that's right. It was a hand me down from my step-father that I drove my junior and senior year of high school until I got my first Camaro. I was the first to drive in my circle of friends, and we'd load that sucker up on a Friday and/or Saturday night and that poor little car survived idiotic on/off ramp speeds, donuts and neutral drops until I sold it. That car didn't owe me a thing!

Then came the '83 Camaro. This was my first, and despite the anemic 2.8 and craptacular 200R transmission, I LOVED that car. I felt like a king picking my girl up in that car. Eventually, the girl was gone and I threw a rod through the block and cracked the frame long before I could afford to do my dreamed-of V8 swap.

After that came my clapped out '75 Camaro. It was an old, rusted to heel LT with a black vinyl roof that was torn and missing. You could see the road beyond the floorboards but it had a very strong 350. I bolted on an Edelbrock Performer intake and a Holley 600 carb and thought I was hot crap in college. A lot of good memories in that car.

Before Chevy killed off the Caprice, I was lucky enough to get paid to flog one of those bad boys with the LT1 and the aircraft hoses in the engine bay. That sucker could get up and go! Good times! Couldn't wait to get a hot call just to get there fast!

These days, I dream of driving my Trans Am (When I finish building it sometime in 2034) but I love driving my Jeep. Nothing like rolling down the highway, top down, doors off, 33s humming, Thrush muffler droning...good times!

03-03-2009, 09:29 PM	#19
79T/A Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Wantage, NJ Posts: 693 iTrader: (0)	Almost all of my cars have been fun, starting with my 1981 Toyota Corolla. Yeah, that's right. It was a hand me down from my step-father that I drove my junior and senior year of high school until I got my first Camaro. I was the first to drive in my circle of friends, and we'd load that sucker up on a Friday and/or Saturday night and that poor little car survived idiotic on/off ramp speeds, donuts and neutral drops until I sold it. That car didn't owe me a thing! Then came the '83 Camaro. This was my first, and despite the anemic 2.8 and craptacular 200R transmission, I LOVED that car. I felt like a king picking my girl up in that car. Eventually, the girl was gone and I threw a rod through the block and cracked the frame long before I could afford to do my dreamed-of V8 swap. After that came my clapped out '75 Camaro. It was an old, rusted to heel LT with a black vinyl roof that was torn and missing. You could see the road beyond the floorboards but it had a very strong 350. I bolted on an Edelbrock Performer intake and a Holley 600 carb and thought I was hot crap in college. A lot of good memories in that car. Before Chevy killed off the Caprice, I was lucky enough to get paid to flog one of those bad boys with the LT1 and the aircraft hoses in the engine bay. That sucker could get up and go! Good times! Couldn't wait to get a hot call just to get there fast! These days, I dream of driving my Trans Am (When I finish building it sometime in 2034) but I love driving my Jeep. Nothing like rolling down the highway, top down, doors off, 33s humming, Thrush muffler droning...good times! Last edited by 79T/A; 03-03-2009 at 09:30 PM.