I wanted to change my profile pic and I found this pic on file and considering THIS is my all-time favorite, I had to make it my profile image.
1964 Corvette Coupe (always wanted a coupe) 327 300 HP 4 speed Muncie M20 wide ratio and a highway friendly 3.08 back in the diff.
I literally had to dig this car out of a barn in Dragoon AZ. It was half in and half out of the barn. But this was my dream car, I didn't care how it looked. It was mine. A car I wanted back in my youth of the Muscle Car Era. I was born into a very poor family and to me this was a sign just to me, I had finally been able to reach this pinnacle of owning a C2 Corvette. I did not care how the car was. I got it running and dug it out of the mud it was buried in. It was like finding that gold nugget the miners were always chasing.
Got it home, and cleaned it up and did what I could with the budget I had left after purchasing the car. I paid half in cash and the seller let me pay the other half on my credit card.
The 64 was just a basic Corvette, but that is all I needed. I began the repairs of rebuilding the headlight motors as they were seized. I performed the operation on the motors like I was doing surgery on a patient. The moment of success, all the lights out in the garage and I flipped the switch and the headlights rolled over and I was as giddy with success.
This all may sound boring to the readers, but I'm reliving it all as I recall the moments.
The car needed some body work and paint, and when the estimate came in at $10K, that was enough for me to love the car even more in it's present offering.
Sadly, where my wife and I were living in Tucson, the gang graffiti began to show up and houses on either side of ours were broken into and our mail had been missing. My wife and I agreed it's time to move before it is us. My neighbor was even a LEO and his house got robbed.
The only way to move and buy another place was to sell the 64. And so it went to Utah for a total reconstruction and I used the funds from the sale to be able to move to a better, safer place.
I recall watching the 64 be loaded onto a Uhaul trailer and watching it slowly disappear as it went out of view. My thoughts: I never should have sold it. But you do what you do, when you have to do, what you don't want to do, but it needs to be done.
well that's my sob story and if you cried like I cried over a piece of metal, maybe you know what I'm talking about.
azmuscle on Jul 10, 2026 said:
I wanted to change my profile pic and I found this pic on file and considering THIS is my all-time favorite, I had to make it my profile image. 1964 Corvette Coupe (always wanted a coupe) 327 300 HP 4 speed Muncie M20 wide ratio and a highway friendly 3.08 back in the diff. I literally had to dig this car out of a barn in Dragoon AZ. It was half in and half out of the barn. But this was my dream car, I didn't care how it looked. It was mine. A car I wanted back in my youth of the Muscle Car Era. I was born into a very poor family and to me this was a sign just to me, I had finally been able to reach this pinnacle of owning a C2 Corvette. I did not care how the car was. I got it running and dug it out of the mud it was buried in. It was like finding that gold nugget the miners were always chasing.
Got it home, and cleaned it up and did what I could with the budget I had left after purchasing the car. I paid half in cash and the seller let me pay the other half on my credit card.
The 64 was just a basic Corvette, but that is all I needed. I began the repairs of rebuilding the headlight motors as they were seized. I performed the operation on the motors like I was doing surgery on a patient. The moment of success, all the lights out in the garage and I flipped the switch and the headlights rolled over and I was as giddy with success.
This all may sound boring to the readers, but I'm reliving it all as I recall the moments.
The car needed some body work and paint, and when the estimate came in at $10K, that was enough for me to love the car even more in it's present offering.
Sadly, where my wife and I were living in Tucson, the gang graffiti began to show up and houses on either side of ours were broken into and our mail had been missing. My wife and I agreed it's time to move before it is us. My neighbor was even a LEO and his house got robbed.
The only way to move and buy another place was to sell the 64. And so it went to Utah for a total reconstruction and I used the funds from the sale to be able to move to a better, safer place.
I recall watching the 64 be loaded onto a Uhaul trailer and watching it slowly disappear as it went out of view. My thoughts: I never should have sold it. But you do what you do, when you have to do, what you don't want to do, but it needs to be done.
well that's my sob story and if you cried like I cried over a piece of metal, maybe you know what I'm talking about.
Onward and upward......to infinity and beyond.
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