9/19/2009. The car was trailered over to my friend Tony’s. It belonged to a grown brother of family friends. The brother died, and because of odd circumstances the family wanted nothing to do with the car. It sat at Tony’s for six months until ownership could be established and the family was free to dispose of it. Even though it was a 1965 Corvette, it wasn’t pretty. The brother had unwisely purchased the car some years ago for $30,000. It was obviously a cobbled together car gussied up and offered for sale to a naive buyer attracted to shiny red paint. The back half of the car wasn’t too bad, but the front was a mess. The fender forms were all wrong, and they “customized” the front instead of attempting to use stock lights. I imagine the car had been clobbered in the front. Probably more than once. Oh, and it stank inside.

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