My dad had a 68 GTX 440, 4spd. I absolutely loved the idea of having that car... Never happened, he sold it to my uncle and he raced and wrecked it.
When I was 13 a new neighbor moved in across the street and he had a 68 GTX, Hemi, 4spd. I remember taking this picture in 1985 after I begged him to let me wash the car. I loved it and told him that I wanted to buy it, he laughed and said IF I ever sell this car, I promise I will wait for you to buy it. In all fairness, I never dreamed that he would keep his word.
But he did, he kept his word and never sold it. It took me a long time to find him after 30 years, I moved several times as did he. I was in the Marine Corps, traveled the world, but as fate would have it, we ended up settling down just a couple miles from each other (I had no idea). After I found him, the expression on his face was priceless as he realized that the inevitable was near... I had come to fulfill my end of the deal and 30 years later I kept my word and bought it.
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This car is a lifelong love of the 1968 GTX, my connection to a time in my life that will never be broken or memories that have forever been etched. He made me promise that when I am done restoring it that I take him for a ride just as he had done for me countless times as a child. This story makes me smile every time I tell it, and TRULY defines the passion.