Looks good in the pics.
The pics are deceiving. There was a lot of rust. To be honest, it probably would have been a parts car for anyone else but me.
I drove the car in High School a little, putting about 3000 miles on it. Right now the car shows 96,000 miles.
Now comes the time when I made the biggest mistake with the car. I was still in High School and really had no concept of what a restoration entailed. I went around to the different body shops in my home town asking for estimates. Most places just laughed and said the car would need more work than they wanted to get involved with. When I couldn't find anyone in town, I remembered an old farm that always had old cars out front. There was a small sign by the road that said John Handcock Autobody.(that really wasn't his name but I really don't want to say what it really was) I drove up to the shop and talked to the owner. He sounded interested in the work and was in the middle of working on a 71 Chevelle.
My dad and I met with him a few times and agreed to have him replace the quarters and trunk extensions. The trunk floor was in decent shape but had rust right above the rear spring shackles. The rear frame rails also had rust showing by the shackle area. "John" said that he would patch the holes in the trunk and "fix" the rear framerails. What was to be a 3 month job turned out to be a 2 year ordeal.
Shortly after the car went to the bodyshop...and I use the term bodyshop very very lightly...I was telling a few guys in school about it and they started laughing. They said that I really shouldn't have taken it to that guy. I didn't know how right they really were.
After more than a year of excuses, dad and I went to talk to him in person. This whole time, we hadn't been allowed to see the car. "John" said the car wasn't at his place but in a neighboring town.(in storage) When we arrived, he locked himself in his shop and wouldn't come out. I don't think I've ever seen my dad soo mad in my life. The next day dad called the county sherrif and had him go have a talk with "John."
"John" said that he didn't know what the problem was..."The car is right here in my garage."
Months later...after even more excuses...he called and said it was done so we picked up the car and brought it home. We didn't even look it over until we got it into the garage. At that point we just wanted it HOME.