I was 18 working as a pump jockey. A guy that came into are service station had this car, a 1963 Chevrolet Impala, and I always loved it.
One day, he came in and was driving a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. I asked about the 1963. He said it was for sale. It had a 409 and four-speed and would scream!
I asked my Dad if he would cosign a note to borrow $800 dollars. That was the sale price.
Today, as I write this, I miss this car like it was yesterday. Now, a decent Chevy with a 409 is big bucks.
— Don Fugate, Lexington KY