So I drive the '73 Stingray for a few years daily, and have lots of fun with it. Then we decide to start a family, and a two-seater isn't very practical anymore. I end up trading the vette for a 1956 Chevrolet 210 sedan (with a couple of $ thrown my way), which I thought was a great idea. My pregnant wife wondered why I left in the vette and returned in the "taxi". It had the origional inline six and a three speed on the column. I eventually swapped in a 350 and 4 speed, and painted the car bright red. 
On Valentine's day, as I am driving home for lunch, I am blindsided by a woman in a Volvo who ran a stop sign. She smashes into the passenger side and sends the car spinning like a top. Luckily the judge was a car guy, and I am able to repair and repaint the car red with a white top.
I also throw some fiberglass bumbers and a new 4.10 posi rear into the car. At this time we decide to buy our first home, and the '56 Chevy is the first to move into the South Hill garage.
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