Back in 2018 I finally found one of my dream cars, my 1972 Chevrolet Impala 2-door custom with only 49,000 original miles. I was looking for a 1971 and the one I called on was just sold so heartbroken I’m on the search again. Two full weeks of going to see cars and being heavily disappointed.
Then by some kind of divine intervention the person who had this car listed it as a 71 on Craigslist, as soon as I saw the pictures I knew I had to have it. With a quick phone call and an agreement to see her, I just could not wait. I took my 1976 Trans Am with a 77 front-end 400 4-speed and met the guy right after work.
And I was the happiest man on the planet was she perfect? nope… Did I care and try to get the price down? nope… I had cash he wanted a check, ok went home to get him a check got everything in order and a week later I got in an Uber went back picked her up, and drove her home.
