Diane T

38 years later

On September 7, 1974 I bought a blue 1972 Chevelle SS. Gas prices had jumped and muscle cars were cheap. I was 19.

That car was my daily driver and highway race car. The guys in the other big blocks always underestimated me and we never lost. We had many adventures, including the night the car saved my life, but that's another story. In 1983 I was "forced" to sell it due to extreme financial hardship.

I never forgot the car I'd loved and in 2011, in a much better financial state, began searching for MY Chevelle. Between 1983 and 2007 there had been five owners. The current one had done a full-on restoration, changing the paint to black with silver stripes. Same numbers matching engine. The car wasn't for sale, but I knew someone cared.

In mid-2012 I received an email that with two kids going to college in the fall some toys needed to be sold. Was I still interested? We agreed on a price and that he would deliver the car.

On September 7, 2012 MY Chevelle was returned to me (picture of me waiting). Outwardly there was little similarity to the blue with white stripes car from 1974, but the heart of the car remained. Thirty-eight years to the day I drove MY Chevelle again.

2 Reader Comments

  • 1
    Allan Burke California July 11, 2014 at 10:38
    It sounds like there's a lot more to your story. Have you met many other women who've found their classic?
  • 2
    Honey New Mexico July 12, 2014 at 20:24
    We girls love our classics too!

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