I drove a 1961 Starfire for 30 years. I paid $75.00 for it because it didn’t run. When it got too hard to find parts, I parked it. Finally, the kids talked me into selling it. I knew I would cry.
About 10 years later I retired and found a 1965 Starfire. I didn’t know they made a ’65; I thought ’64 was the last one.
I had to have it, even if it had been in a box for 30 years and, boy, was it bad. I rebuilt it. I call it the squigmobile, for my granddaughter, because it’s hers when I’m gone.
But I still wanted my 1961 back, so I kept looking. The first one was in pieces. The second one was all there but not used and setting outside. So I build both off them.
Then I found 1963 Starfire shell. You guessed it.
These are all convertibles and now I have four.
Now what do I do with all the parts I have collected? I buy a 1962 Starfire. That makes five.
Mother says one more and you’re committed to the funny farm. So I bought her a Corvette. She loves it so much I think she may forget about the funny farm.
— Carl Barringham, Boise ID