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BigAls87Z28 · 01-26-2007, 12:59 AM

Alright, story time.

Back in 1987, my father was doing well for himself for a big Savings and Loan company in North Jersey(before the bust). He recieved a big bonus of about 10k. He planed with my mother that he would take half and they would go on vacation, but the other half he was going to put down on a brand new 1987 Camaro Z28. He always liked them, but never really had one, and to this point, never had a NEW car. So he looked around, and he couldnt find any IROC's in stock, or that no one wanted to deal with them as they were going like hot cakes. So he found this perfect one for him, a red Z28, fully loaded with the 305 TPI, Bose stereo, 15 inch alloy rims, 4 speed automatic (my mom did not want a manual) and it stickerd for 17,500. My dad figured that he was willing to spend 16,800 as his limit. He went to talk to the guy, and they set up an appointment with the salesman to talk numbers one afternoon. So that day, my father says to my mom that he was going to take me, 3 year old Little Al, to the dealer. He looked down at me and said, "Now, when Daddy askes you what's the number, you are gunna tell daddy 'Sixteen Eight' ok?" I looked up and smiled.
We get to the dealer, and they are going back and forth. The dealer claimed that he could not let the car go for under 17k because people were all over it. Back and forth, my father explained that he was ready to deal with 16.8 today. The saleman went back at him and told him that he was not gunna go any lower then 17.2. So my father turns around twards me, sitting in the corner of this big office and said "Alex, tell the man what Daddy is gunna pay for the car." I looked up from playing with my toys and yelled "Sixteen Eight." Well, the salesman flipped out. He said fine, they shook on the deal, and the next day my dad picked the car up.
I had that car up untill about a year ago after I was semiforced to sell it. Tragic day for both my father and me.

The car was replaced by another family Camaro. This car my grandfather purchased new back in 1972 and had it shipped to Antwerp, where he could drive it all around Europe. My Gulf Green aka Baby Puke, 1972 Camaro RS was my grandfather's calling card. He would use his vehicles as a visual business card so that when people saw the car, they thought of him. He always loved big American V8 powerd vehicled, and thats pretty much all he's ever bought. He drove the Camaro all around Europe and America and loved it a lot. He handed it down to me after he saw how big of a Camaro nut I was. I didnt see him durring my life growing up as he was always traveling the world. I saw him once at 2 years old, and again at 15 when I went to Italy with him. He then showed up last Oct having sent a letter to my family. He came and we talked cars, and he saw how into cars I was. It was nice to see someone in my family is as big of a car nut as I.
Anyway, thoes are my Camaro stories. Id like to have one of my own one day, maybe in the next 2-3 years.

01-26-2007, 12:59 AM	#60
BigAls87Z28 Drives: 1972 Camaro RS Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: NJ Posts: 11	Alright, story time. Back in 1987, my father was doing well for himself for a big Savings and Loan company in North Jersey(before the bust). He recieved a big bonus of about 10k. He planed with my mother that he would take half and they would go on vacation, but the other half he was going to put down on a brand new 1987 Camaro Z28. He always liked them, but never really had one, and to this point, never had a NEW car. So he looked around, and he couldnt find any IROC's in stock, or that no one wanted to deal with them as they were going like hot cakes. So he found this perfect one for him, a red Z28, fully loaded with the 305 TPI, Bose stereo, 15 inch alloy rims, 4 speed automatic (my mom did not want a manual) and it stickerd for 17,500. My dad figured that he was willing to spend 16,800 as his limit. He went to talk to the guy, and they set up an appointment with the salesman to talk numbers one afternoon. So that day, my father says to my mom that he was going to take me, 3 year old Little Al, to the dealer. He looked down at me and said, "Now, when Daddy askes you what's the number, you are gunna tell daddy 'Sixteen Eight' ok?" I looked up and smiled. We get to the dealer, and they are going back and forth. The dealer claimed that he could not let the car go for under 17k because people were all over it. Back and forth, my father explained that he was ready to deal with 16.8 today. The saleman went back at him and told him that he was not gunna go any lower then 17.2. So my father turns around twards me, sitting in the corner of this big office and said "Alex, tell the man what Daddy is gunna pay for the car." I looked up from playing with my toys and yelled "Sixteen Eight." Well, the salesman flipped out. He said fine, they shook on the deal, and the next day my dad picked the car up. I had that car up untill about a year ago after I was semiforced to sell it. Tragic day for both my father and me. The car was replaced by another family Camaro. This car my grandfather purchased new back in 1972 and had it shipped to Antwerp, where he could drive it all around Europe. My Gulf Green aka Baby Puke, 1972 Camaro RS was my grandfather's calling card. He would use his vehicles as a visual business card so that when people saw the car, they thought of him. He always loved big American V8 powerd vehicled, and thats pretty much all he's ever bought. He drove the Camaro all around Europe and America and loved it a lot. He handed it down to me after he saw how big of a Camaro nut I was. I didnt see him durring my life growing up as he was always traveling the world. I saw him once at 2 years old, and again at 15 when I went to Italy with him. He then showed up last Oct having sent a letter to my family. He came and we talked cars, and he saw how into cars I was. It was nice to see someone in my family is as big of a car nut as I. Anyway, thoes are my Camaro stories. Id like to have one of my own one day, maybe in the next 2-3 years.