So I was probably the youngest kid in town to own a car. When I was 5 years old, my brother's father told me that I could have his 1977 Chevy Camaro when I got my license; this was probably the only reason I ever liked him, but when you are trying to get a kid to like you, I guess the best thing to do is just give them your car. Anyway, when I first saw this car it was metallic red with an eagle and an american flag on the hood, I can't seem to find a pic of it, but when I do it will be le added on to here. A lot has changed.
Then I got a hold of it and did a lot of restoration to it (but surprisingly it needs a shit ton more) so now it looks like this:
It is driving much better than it was when I was driving it around in high school but it is still a little slow on the pickup. However, after driving it today I realized how much I had missed my first car, and now we are reunited (and it does feel good). Eat my fuel injected exhaust, just not too much because man that thing is effing strong.
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