I should have never been allowed to buy my second Corvette. It was one of those cars you should be required to have a pilot’s license to own and not a driver’s license. The first thing I should have done after taking possession of it was walk up to the nearest cop, hand over my drivers license and tell him “here, your going to get this sooner or later anyway”. This gold 1971 Corvette LS-5 454 Convertible (with both tops this time) was not only the car I had been working for all my life knowingly or unknowingly it also became a turning point in my life. Owning it changed my life forever. Its powers over me along with my friends and those that I loved I can only describe as “mystical”.
It was fast, incredibly fast and I raced everything in it from a 365GTB Ferrari to Motorcycles and Camaro’s.. I used to drive home from work on the freeway all the time late at night doing well over the century mark just because I could. I was a cop magnet. I remember going to work one day and haul’in ass down the freeway and then much to my surprise ended up getting pulled over on a surface street. I asked the cop “well if I was speeding on the freeway why are you pulling me over now”? He told me “well every time I tried to get behind you to pull you over you’d change lanes and take off. I had a hard time keeping up”. God I loved that car.

awwwwwwwww i want the whole book!!!! stop teasing me:( but that does sound like a sweet ride. i wish i got a few more mid night races on my way home.
p.s. first one to reply ha

In '76, my friend and I were both out of USMC about a year and a half, with raging cases of PTSD. We also had hot cars we had built. I had a 66 Impala, he had a 65 Mustang fastback. One day he was following me down a state highway. We were cruisin along about 90-95 and all of a sudden he fell back real quick. I turned around and went back to see what was wrong. He said that his valves started making noise all of a sudden. We listened, reved it, listened....no noise. So off we go again. Hit 90 and he falls back again. I go back again, and we still can't find the noise, so we decide that I will ride with him and see if we can find it. So we get up to 90 and there it is! He's starts to let off on it and I tell him to stay in it so I can pinpoint the noise. He's REALLY wired waiting for the engine to blow as I'm listening. All of a sudden I start laughing my head off! Thru gasps for air, I tell him to pull over. He's gettin pretty mad by the time we stop, cause I'm still laughing. We stop and get out, and I wave him over to the passengers front fender. At 90, the coathanger he has for a radio antenna gets blown back and was tapping on the windshield!! He started laughing too, and finally got that fixed the next day.

Ahhhhhh... those were the days!

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I agree. stop teasing and publish that thing.

I'm working on it dudes. Like working on a car it just takes time

Well cars can we be done in a week lol look at overhaulin'. Alright let us all know when it done:nanawrench:

cars are never done. books? maybe.............

i so want this book when it is done, if i buy a copy will you sign it?