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Thu, 16 Dec 2004
...comes (the) Phoenix, almost literally. Well, Scottsdale, actually, where I'm buying a "new" car this weekend—a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro SS/350 with the factory M21 four-on-the-floor manual. Red with black racing stripes, white interior, cowl induction hood, factory A/C (disconnected at the moment, but possibly to return once summer hits), factory front and rear spoilers, center console, total hotness.
It's the car I've always wanted, and now it is mine. I rule.
How, you might ask, did this come about? I was musing over what to do now that AllState has totalled out my M6, and I decided that I couldn't in good conscience replace it with one of these newfangled I'll-pump-the-brakes-and-shift-for-you just-push-the-button-to-go cars, at which point I remembered that one of my dreams since I've ever known anything about cars is to own this one. Put another way, life gave me lemons, and I'm buying me a muscle car.
Lest you think I'm about to get ripped off or that I'm being hasty, you should know that I've done a whole lot of research on this at various times, and so am somewhat confident of my general knowledge concerning first-generation Camaros. In addition, I'm buying the car from a dealer in classic cars whose previous customers seem quite satisfied, namely Hawk's Corvettes and Classics. Finally, I had the knowledgeable and friendly Mark Allen (coincidentally, the name of a good friend of mine in high school) of Auto Detectives inspect and appraise the car—and found that the car is worth about 20% more than I'm paying for it, with potential for even greater appreciation with a little time and some attention to nitty gritty details.
I think I'm going to name her Anastasia—first, it's a hot name, and second, it's derived from the Greek word for rebirth, apropos here both because of the Phoenix connection and because of the circumstances under which I'm acquiring her, scilicet, literally from the wreckage of my previous (and never-to-be-forgotten) beauty.
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Jack wrote
Damn you to hell.
God damn it, Riad. You're living in MY state, shootin' MY guns, and damn it if you're not drivin' MY car.
Fuck.
repak wrote
Dude, I thought we went over this. The Camaro is mine, the Charger is yours—complete with Dixie horn.
May wrote
OMG HAWT!
I'm gettin me some daisy dukes and comin for a drive!
Yeeehaw!
repak wrote
Heh. You can wear short shorts in my car any time, May.
May wrote
Lol...watch what you ask for.
Jack wrote
Cobra
Just out of curiosity, why didn't you go for their Shelby Cobra? Hot shit.
repak wrote
A bit more cash, for one...