My dad ordered a new 63 vette when he was fresh out of college. I think he ordered it in late 62. He was laughed out of at least one dealership at the time because he was too young looking supposedly. He finally got a dealer to believe that he had the money. The car was black, red interior, two tops and a 340 hp engine and close ratio 4 speed.
My mom and dad had a lot of great memories in the car and she begged him not to sell it but of course he did.
My dad's childhood friend took the car off my dad's hands in the early 70's in a trade; my dad got a mid 60's 4 door Cadillac if I remember correctly. All I recall growing up was hearing these stories about this fantastic car and seeing the occasional photograph when we watched slides.
The car the last time I checked it was still owned by the same gentleman all these years later. He did repaint it the original color, put sidepipes on it from a 64 vette and put it in some car shows back in the 70s but never did anything else to it other than change belts, brake pads, oil, etc. He told me he street raced the occasional Chevelle and usually blew their doors off (seems to be that the 340hp, solid lifter engine might have been a wee bit underrated). I went to see him over 10 years ago. The car is in Florida but I won't say where just yet.
If you ever watch the show American Pickers, you see that people don't want to sell things sometimes, even if they are not using or enjoying whatever it is they want to hang on to. Of course this is understandable for all of us when it comes to cars so as you might imagine, the gentleman would not agree to sell it. In fact, he told me he turned down a lot of money for the car, he turned down a lot from one English guy who wanted to buy the first right of refusal.
The car was sitting in an old barn, no wait, more of a shed actually, which didn't even have a front door, the car looked like it hadn't moved in awhile. The fiberglass and/or paint was cracked. When I noticed that the top was all ripped, the owner told me that his dog used to climb up on the car and sleep on it since it was soft, which caused it to tear. He told me the batter was dead so I didn't get to hear it run. It was kind of sad really but it was nice to see this mythical car in person as I had only seen it once before when I was young. To show you how dumb I was, I didn't have a camera with me so I didn't take any pictures. I will say I had a great visit hearing old stories from my Dad's friend even if I didn't end up with the car at that time or even in the future for that matter.
I haven't spoken with the gentleman in a few years... after my visit I would call him from time to time but haven't done so until yesterday. I sent him a letter yesterday just to see what would happen and I am eager to hear from him again. Of course the ultimate goal would to be to somehow buy it back and have it in the family again.
Not sure why I'm sharing, just thought you might like to kill a few minutes reading this.