I went shopping for my first new car in 1967 with the intention of buying a 67 SS 396 Chevelle. I had located one about 30 miles north of home. Dad and I went there to make the deal as I had no idea of what was involved. I also still lived at home and had to live by the house rules, even though I was paying my own way. I fell in love with that SS, but after a few hours of negotiations and back and forth, my dad told the salesman that the car was $200 to high and if he came down $200 we would take it home. That didn't happen and I was forced to leave. I wasn't happy but on the way home my dad said, I saw a pretty good looking Plymouth in Wetumpka the other day. My comment was "sure you did" in a sarcastic tone. When we got back to the turnoff to the house, dad just drove on by. I said dad you missed the turnoff, to which he said we aren't going home. He drove on to Wetumpka and pulled up at the Chrysler Plymouth dealership. In the showroom sat a black on black 67 GTX 440 4-speed. I had to admit it was a good looking car. After looking it over, I thought it was great. He said I don't think you need that big of an engine. While we were looking, I picked up a brochure and actually liked the Satellite trim better than the GTX, other than the hood scoops and gas cap. I ended up ordering a 67 Satellite 383 HP, 4-speed, sure grip, buckets and console with tachometer, AM radio and remote mirror. It was $2995.00 tax, and tag out the door, some $400 cheaper than the SS.
The car came in and I was working out of town, so dad picked it up and bought it home. Two days later I was scheduled for a safety meeting where I worked, so dad brought the car there and took my other car home. After work that entire week I tried to drive the wheels off my new car. I learned how drive it and shift it, to the point of being very comfortable with it. When I got home the next weekend, I drove up to the local hangout. My best high-school friend pulled up shortly later, and looked it over. His next words were have you got that thing about broke in. I answered with its about as broke in as it will get. He said let's go see what it's made out of. He had a 66 SS 396 Chevelle. Long story short we ran three times that evening. I won the first one by 3 car lengths. His excuse was no traction. The second time I won by 3 lengths again and his excuse was he missed a gear. The third time I also won by 3 lengths and he didn't stop to offer an excuse. I've been a Mopar guy ever since. Lots of stories and great times with that Satellite.
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