I had a Ford 1968 Red Torino GT convertible 390 engine 4 speed manual. There were only 5,340 of them made, lot of fastbacks, not convertibles. Sold it back in the 70's for about 700 bucks, what an idiot. I want that car back so bad, do not have any vin # only the plate #.So I don't think I could find it, if it still exists.
At least I now own a 2006 Red fire GT Mustang fastback my new baby, along side my Taylor 314 CE
Guess what I have?
If you have the plate number, then you can track it. That is exactly how I found my car. Depending on your Department of Revenue's regulations you might have to make a written request for them to get you the vin number. I had to hire a private investigator to go to the archives and pull the information. In Missouri they don't let the public go through the records, so you have to have someone that has security clearance to get the info. It only cost me a hundred bucks to have that done. To me it was worth the money to just find out what happen to the car after I had sold it. I really didn't have much hope that the car was still around, since I had sold it 22 years ago, but I got lucky and actually found it. You might be able to do the same, it may be worth a try.
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Great story Kevin! I loved the look of the Camero. I remember being so disappointed that you couldn't rent one the first time I visited the states (with a driver's license).
My first car was a Triumph Herald don't think i'll bother tracking it down though, was a cool car, I tweaked this and that with my limited knowledge of auto mechanics and it went shall we say quite well... This pic is similar to the one I had
I would have loved to have bought that 68 327 camaro but I did have a 69 GTX 440. I got 4 tickets so fast I didn't know what happened. I ordered it from the factory for a little over $4,000. Detroit went crazy for about 3 years. Selling a factory race car to a crazy teenager for an affordable price. I darned near killed myself in that ride, more than once, 160 mph on the straight and narrow in the desert. Telephone poles look like a picket fence is a neat song, also true at 160 mph.
As a confirmed petrol head..and one who has avgas running through my veins, i love car stuff..and it breaks up the Guitar stuff...if we can digress into watches and maybe wine and beer then I will be in my own version of paradise..