Bad ending to the base 327 I sold to get the Z I sold to a 30 y/o guy I was working with at the car wash. That same night, the day I bought the Z and sold him the base, I was anxious to bring the Z down to the beach and show my muscle car friends. When I got there a bunch of people asked me if I was going nuts or something doing enormous burn outs across the beach parking lots. My old car was distinctive and well know. I said no I sold it this morning. I parked the with the new Z and my old car and new owner pull up along side me and the guy was sh**faced drunk. Everyone thought it was me doing the burnouts, but it was him. Next morning opening up the car wash, I see someone walking towards me about 500 yards away. As he got closer I could see it was the guy who bought my base car. His face was all cut up. When he gets close he tells me he wrecked the car. He literally owned it for 12 hours. And he wanted his money back because it wasn't fair that he only had it for less than a day! Later that night I took a tour of the local junk yards and I found it. He hit a telephone pole sideways at about 60-70 mph. The car was shaped like a "c". I ended up buying the car back for $200 and had it delivered to my moms driveway. Sold the engine and trans for $700 and stripped off all the remaining usable parts, a lot of parts, and scrapped the hulk. Still have the shifter knob as a memento!
