Hello, Dave. Yeah, I was giving my fingers a Nap.
After my wife and I found the car, I was ready to fill up the two flat tires and jump the battery, and drive it home.
As we were filling up the tires, a Albany cop, pulls up, and asks me what I was doing.
I had to tell him, it was stolen a couple days ago, and we just found it. He thought I was trying to steal it
The old saying "you can't find a cop, when you need one", apply's here. Anyhow, he tells us, we can't move the car, because it's still on, the Stolen Car List. The car will be picked up, with a Tow Truck, and taken to Dott's Garage, in Colonie. They were in no hurry though, because they didn't call me, for a couple days.
I had to pay $ 125.00 to get the car back.
Dott's Garage, had a contract, with the Albany Police. Next day we brought xtra oil, freshly charged Battery and two decent tires and wheels.
After I got the engine started, I noticed a loud ticking, under one of the valve covers.
Someone, ran the Piss, out of it.
I was ready to pull the cover off, and check it out, but the ticking went away.
My Dad and my wife, road home in my 409 Conv. and I drove the 307 Hardtop. As I mentioned before, the car had Manual steering, but was easy to drive. Now, it wanted to pull to the right, while going in a straight line. We all made it home safely, and when the weekend came, I checked the whole car out. I replaced a bent Idler Arm, and a messed up tie rod end. I vacuumed the car out, changed the oil and filter, new plugs and points, and air filter. After that, the car was almost back to normal. A couple days later, Dad says "well is it OK, to take the car to work now?" Yes, it runs fine. A little scratched up.
He was really happy. He Loved that car.
Not like driving my 409, where you had to put up with, the noise and the bad manners.
He said to me, " I'll have to park in a different spot, from now on.
" I told him, Yes please.
A couple weeks later, I get a phone call from him "Skip, them Bastards stole my car again.
Same deal as before. We went to the Police station, and reported it. Next day, we took a ride, back down in the city, to find it. We spent an hour driving around. No luck, this time.
Two weeks later, we get a call from the NYS Police, in Brunswick, NY. They found Dad's car.
I told the Trooper, my Father is gonna be Happy. He told me, he won't be happy, when he see's it.
We took a ride out there, to this guys garage, and there was Dad's car, F-en Hammered on every side.
The front end was so bad, the hood wouldn't open. The two doors barely opened. The trunk was smashed open. There was about 20 cars picked up, that night by Punks, and they were having a demolition derby with them. The guy told us, almost ALL were GM cars Buicks, Pontiac's and Chevy's. The garage owner asked us, if we wanted the car back.
My Father naturally said No.
I did get to take the two Blue Buckets, the console, and the 5,000 RPM Tach and Hood. Sad Day,
for us both.