What would you people do if you could buy back the 1 that got away.
Ok some history of my first HG Monaro, its a long story sorry.
As about an 8yo kid I seen a car and instantly fell in love with it HG GTS Monaro.I knew right then in no uncertain terms that I would one day own that exact car not one like it but that exact car. I told everyone that that car would be mine one day every time I seen it. I got a job as a paper boy just so I could one day purchase this car and saved flat out. Some years later I started my apprenticeship at 16 and still kept saving for that one car I knew would be mine. One day my mum came home and said Luke you know that car you want I saw the owner at the bakery today, so I asked him if he wanted to sell it he said yes what do you think. I went straight to his house and got it that afternoon couldn't of been happier. I spent the next year or 2 driving it everywhere had huge fun in it.
Then I started a bare metal resto spent weeks under that car sanding, painting, polishing,rebuilding crap, modified all the brake, changed the diff to a 9in lsd, went for a stroker SBC and a top loader. Then got an original LS7 but couldn't get the dominator carb I wanted anywhere at the time so went back to a 366 with some nos and a turbo box. I knew this car inside out and backward done 90% of everything on it and mostly on my own. It was mine I loved it and swore I would die owning this car.
Fast forward to the ripe old age of 24 I did die, twice in fact once on the road side and again in the operating theatre. I had a very serious motorcycle accident and my life changed I had a shed full of what are Australia's top dog muscle cars a couple of Harleys and no immediate income any more. So while I went through that whole process of rehab and recovery and just getting used to the idea that life was going to be different the toys started to get sold off. I couldn't bear to sell my Monaro, there was this young 15yo kid that used to bug me had done for about 3 years before my accident he wanted my car so I thought hey this kid loves it almost as much as I do so in the end I sold it to him. It made me physically sick to see it go I was actually retching as it went out the drive way, man I was so low I couldn't function for the rest of the day.
16 years later life moves on. I moved across the country and back more than once. I went back to playing with cars and bike liked a lot of them never loved any like that Monaro. Have a good job been playing with my latest big block toy all in all life is great. Then out of the blue I make contact with the kid 2 days ago by accident. We start talking he still lives where he used too half a continent away and he still owns the Monaro and its almost exactly the same as when I sold it still in excellent condition. Different wheels and some modern engine dress up parts being the only changes. He says I would never sell this car but if I did sell it to anyone it would only be you Luke.
Well that's where we are at people I can buy it now if I want. The prices of these muscle cars have gone through the roof its more than I really want to pay but that's what they are worth and what price can you put on nostalgia. The sentimental value alone makes me want to pick up the phone and say take my money. The brain says no.
Gents if this was you what would you do
First 4 pictures are of it now the last 3 are from when it was mine.
Ok some history of my first HG Monaro, its a long story sorry.
As about an 8yo kid I seen a car and instantly fell in love with it HG GTS Monaro.I knew right then in no uncertain terms that I would one day own that exact car not one like it but that exact car. I told everyone that that car would be mine one day every time I seen it. I got a job as a paper boy just so I could one day purchase this car and saved flat out. Some years later I started my apprenticeship at 16 and still kept saving for that one car I knew would be mine. One day my mum came home and said Luke you know that car you want I saw the owner at the bakery today, so I asked him if he wanted to sell it he said yes what do you think. I went straight to his house and got it that afternoon couldn't of been happier. I spent the next year or 2 driving it everywhere had huge fun in it.
Then I started a bare metal resto spent weeks under that car sanding, painting, polishing,rebuilding crap, modified all the brake, changed the diff to a 9in lsd, went for a stroker SBC and a top loader. Then got an original LS7 but couldn't get the dominator carb I wanted anywhere at the time so went back to a 366 with some nos and a turbo box. I knew this car inside out and backward done 90% of everything on it and mostly on my own. It was mine I loved it and swore I would die owning this car.
Fast forward to the ripe old age of 24 I did die, twice in fact once on the road side and again in the operating theatre. I had a very serious motorcycle accident and my life changed I had a shed full of what are Australia's top dog muscle cars a couple of Harleys and no immediate income any more. So while I went through that whole process of rehab and recovery and just getting used to the idea that life was going to be different the toys started to get sold off. I couldn't bear to sell my Monaro, there was this young 15yo kid that used to bug me had done for about 3 years before my accident he wanted my car so I thought hey this kid loves it almost as much as I do so in the end I sold it to him. It made me physically sick to see it go I was actually retching as it went out the drive way, man I was so low I couldn't function for the rest of the day.
16 years later life moves on. I moved across the country and back more than once. I went back to playing with cars and bike liked a lot of them never loved any like that Monaro. Have a good job been playing with my latest big block toy all in all life is great. Then out of the blue I make contact with the kid 2 days ago by accident. We start talking he still lives where he used too half a continent away and he still owns the Monaro and its almost exactly the same as when I sold it still in excellent condition. Different wheels and some modern engine dress up parts being the only changes. He says I would never sell this car but if I did sell it to anyone it would only be you Luke.
Well that's where we are at people I can buy it now if I want. The prices of these muscle cars have gone through the roof its more than I really want to pay but that's what they are worth and what price can you put on nostalgia. The sentimental value alone makes me want to pick up the phone and say take my money. The brain says no.
Gents if this was you what would you do
First 4 pictures are of it now the last 3 are from when it was mine.
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