A horrible horrible sob story, and a tale of caution.

Some years ago I purchased one of my many dream cars, a '68 Chevy Camaro.  The body was straight as could be, the engine was a rough and gutless 350 plagued with issues, and the transmission was a turbo400, strong as an ox.  I hauled this car from home in Albuquerque through a short-lived move to Texas, all the while accumulating parts.

I had a full suspension from performance suspension components, a set of 17 inch Boyd wheels, a recaro steering wheel, line locker, edelbrok intake manifold, Dart aluminum heads sized and specced to go along with a 377 (de stroked 400cid motor) which had been built to rev a bit past six grand.  All I needed was brakes and a few other odds and ends before everything would start getting put together on this tired runner.

Then disaster struck.  Moving to a house across the street from one I shared with a friend, we had started the process, and had belongs strewn across both houses, only to find someone had broken into the garage and stolen all but the leaf springs and sway bars.  Thousands of dollars in parts were gone, and with them the dream of a gorgeous pro-touring Camaro.

I never had the heart, or the cash to revive the project and sold the Camaro about 2 years later, much to my dismay.  Fortunately she went to a good home to join a '67 and '69, and I understand she now has a 6 speed and modern LS2 heart.

Now the cautionary part; if you find yourself putting together a dream, please learn from me, and make sure your parts closet/garage/etc is properly insured.  Because of the ramshackle move, I wasn't. (and yes, these are all photos I took of my Camaro)