From February through August of 1968 I was an officer candidate at the U.S. Army Infantry Officer Candidate School in Ft. Benning, Georgia. The 26 week course was both physically and mentally demanding. The course had three phases; junior candidate, intermediate candidate, and senior candidate. At the eighteenth week, we became senior candidates and life for us improved dramatically. It was on this momentous weekend that most of us (fully expecting to graduate as 2nd Lieutenants) embarked on a new car buying mission. When we had to report back to our barracks by 5 PM that Sunday evening, the parking lot was filled with new GTO’s, Oldsmobile 442”s, Chevelle Super Sports, Plymouth Barracudas, one Triumph TR6, and one ’68 Corvette 427 T-top. It was muscle car heaven to a car lover like me. My target purchase was a 1968 Shelby Mustang GT-350 Fastback. Much to my dismay, however, the Columbus, Georgia Ford dealer did not have one available. I settled on my second choice which was a ’68 Chevelle SS 396 with 4-speed. I was quite pleased to show that beauty off to my fellow officer candidates. Over the years, I never lost my desire to own a ’68 Shelby. I left the Army after five years of service and one tour of duty in Vietnam. I went back to college, got my degree, and entered corporate America’s mainstream. I traveled on airplanes a lot in my work and frequently purchased a copy of Classic Auto Trader at the airport magazine rack. Early in 2000, while surfing the internet, I came across an ad for a 1968 Shelby GT-350 fastback replica. The current owner was in the Air Force stationed in Oklahoma and needed to sell his beloved Shelby due to a second child on the way and a pending overseas assignment. After exchanging some photos via email and having the car inspected by a service I contracted on the internet, I bought the car and paid this fellow military veteran his asking price. I was living in Atlanta at the time and had the car delivered via a car transporter that I also found on the internet. When I met the car hauler at a high school parking lot near my apartment complex, I was struck by the beautiful appearance of that Shelby. But, when the driver fired that bad boy up to back it off the trailer, I just screamed “Yeah Baby!!!” Those FlowMaster 2-chamber mufflers were music to my ears. I’ve had my Shelby (nick-named “Buster”) for 14 years now and it is pristine. I drive it regularly and it never ceases to draw a crowd and numerous thumbs up. It has always been insured by Hagerty.