It was the summer of 1965 and I had just received my Draft Notice inviting me to visit SE Asia. Now came the dilemma of what to do with my beloved 1960 Pontiac Catalina Convertible. I knew my Uncle Sam wouldn't let me take it with me, and since I still was making monthly payments to the Credit Union, I sold it to a friend of my Brother-In-Law. He let me use it until I left and since I was working at the Parts Department at Royal Pontiac in Royal Oak Michigan, he paid for the restoration. This was my first restored car. It was pristine...everything was re-built including the engine, and it finally received the new top I was saving for.
This was a treat for my (then girlfriend) Michele as we sat the winter before at the Gratiot Drive-In without a rear window, with snow blowing in. It wasn't a very good impression on her, but somehow true love survives and we have been happily married now since October, 1968.
About 2 months into Vietnam I got a letter from my Mom telling me of how Elmer ( the new owner) was drunk and met up with a tree. The car did not survive...he did.