I started driving in 1976 at which time I had a 1969 SS Camaro with a 396. Then came the disco era at which time I sold it for a Grand Prix (what a mistake). After having the car for 3 months I was going absolutely insane missing the power and the enjoyment of driving the Camaro.

It was then that I saw a 1976 TA for sale. The car was black with 3 color graphics. I immediately put for sale signs on the GP and sold it 2 days later at a big loss to buy the TA.

  From the moment I first drove the car I knew I made the right choice. After about 6 months I began making plans for power upgrades. Not long after that I pulled the motor and began the rebuild (more compression, cam, head work, headers, carb., etc.). The car was now perfect for me

Unfortunately this is when the nightmare started. First I parked the car in a shopping center and came out to find it hit. I had to fix it and decided to do some molding. I molded the spoiler to the quarters and trunk lid, the flairs to the body, and also the air vents to the fenders. Then I had the car painted. The first night I had the car out for a drive a girl who had just gotten her license that day backed out of her driveway and wiped out the driver’s side of the car.

Well that was it for me. I pulled the motor and tranny and put them into my future wife’s 67 convertible .I then pushed the car into a dead spot in the driveway and said "one day".

This was 1984. Then came marriage, kids, a house, and little hope of ever doing the car. In 1990 I had someone interested in buying the body. I pulled the cover off and was looking at the car when my wife pulled in the driveway and said, "Why don’t you do it"?

It was enough to make you realize that it is true that all good things come to those who wait.

Thanks for letting me share my story.