I purchased my 1972 Impala convertible from a friend in 1986. It was in rough shape. Through the years I drove it while restoring the mechanical items. In 1999 it was finally time to send her out for paint and bodywork. I finally got it back in 2001 and after many hours of assembly she looked great. Good enough to take her class in the Michigan Nationals North. Unfortunately in Sept. 2003 on a beautiful Sunday morning my baby was totaled in a terrible accident. Only one door and the trunk lid survived. My wife Sabrina was heartbroken. I told her not to worry. I would build another one just like it. She was skeptical. In October 2003 while vacationing in Vegas we purchased another 1972 Impala convertible. Upon returning home I stripped it to a shell and sent it off for paint and bodywork again. I got it back in July 2004 and spent every spare second putting her back together. This included switching engines and interior from the old car (which I bought back from the insurance company) and changing it from an air conditioned car to just heat. It took just two weeks and ten pounds off me. When Sabrina first sat in it I asked what she thought and she said "it's exactly the same". Just what I wanted to hear. My baby was back from the dead. I really wasn't ready to say good-bye to her.