I have a pretty cool story about my corvette that I thought you might be interested in.
In 1982 my Father purchased a brand new collector edition corvette. The car was a part of the family for 15 years. My dad loved this car so much. I can remember him washing it every week even if it had been in the garage that whole week. I have a picture of my dad washing his corvette with me along side of him washing my little pedal corvette when I was probably 7 years old. In 1997 he made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life. He sold his beloved car. About a year later, I was 16 at the time, I was involved in a really bad accident that caused injury to my spinal cord. That injury has left me in a wheelchair to this day.
We had always wondered what happened to that car we all loved so much. In 2011 my dad died after battling cancer. After he died I really felt I needed to find his car. I would have dreams about him and the car very often. There was a name plate on the ashtray that said collector edition corvette along with his name as the original owner. At the very least I thought I could possibly get that name plate back. I never thought I would be able to own the car, but just to see it again and to possibly get that name plate back would mean so much to me.
We had the VIN and I tried everything in my power, but it seemed impossible to track the car down. I felt like I was running into wall after wall. One day on the way to work I was listening to the radio and the show had a lawyer on that was taking questions. I called in and asked if there was any legal way to find an owner of a vehicle if I had the VIN. He answered and said it is very easy and to call his private investigator at the firm. I called the PI and within a hour later I had the name, phone number, address and email address of the current owner.
The short version of the rest of the story is that I contacted the current owner, who was a really nice guy, and convinced him to sell the car back to me. My wife and I were going away to celebrate our first anniversary so we rearranged our plans and got one way tickets from Florida to Massachusetts where the car was located to drive it back. We picked up the car and brought it immediately to have hand controls installed so I could drive it. We also took a couple road trips through New Hampshire and Vermont that my parents frequented with the vette. The car was affectionately known as Abby. So Abby was back with her family and on her way to Florida where we are living now and she will never leave us again.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and if you would like to use this story in the magazine feel free to contact me back.