This brings me back to my childhood. It was about 1978 in suburban Seattle. Every single day, i would walk by a mint 1968 GTO like this, but in dark green with the vinyl top.
When I finally got the nerve to ask about it, a man in his late 20’s told me he bought it and it threw a rod at 22,000 miles. It was all he got in the divorce. But he wouldn’t ever sell it because one day he’d get back on his feet and get that thing fixed.
The way he looked at that car… it was almost haunting. Since then… the lines of the 68 and especially the front fascia have lived in my head as THE dream vehicle. One day…
