So I guess I should start off by how I got my 1982 Firebird. My father is a body man (has been for 17 years now); he completely redid a firebird for a customer. Its a lot more than just an average restore. The customers son bought a V6 firebird back in the day ($4000) with the vision to restore it in the future. But then the kid got in a terrible motorcycle accident, losing his life. The father of the kid brought the car to my father who, like I already said, was a body man. He wanted the car restored and done up just how his son would have wanted it to be. My father did tons of work, turning the car from a metallic silver to a Chevy Bahama blue. The body work is absolutely perfect. The original v6 got all redone and even got a little cam! Everything in the car is new, and I mean everything! It still to this day, smells like a new car. So the restoration job was completed and the beautiful car just sat in the garage. Every time the mother came out in the garage she would break down in tears crying.

At this time, I was just getting my temps and getting ready to get a car. The guy contacted my father and gave him first dibs on the car as he was selling it and my father was the one who did all the work on it. His wife made him sell the car because she couldnt stand walking into the garage everyday, seeing the car, thinking of her son, and break down into tears. I knew nothing of this car at the time either. My parents took me out looking for a car and we ended up going to this guys house. We pulled in and he opened the garage door, I busted out a huge smile. The wife seem me smile and totally loving up the car and she broke into tears. She told me later, that that was all she wanted to see. She was waiting for a response on the car once it was all done; something that she never got to see from her son. I thought the car was awesome. Little to know, my parents bought it for me! I ended the night driving it home with my mom. We got the car for 4 grand, what the son paid for the car when he first got it.