Just around three years ago, (give or take a couple months), my GN decided to poop out. Bad knock in the bottom end, (thrust bearing destroyed, #3 main bearing spun 90 degrees, the crank is a total loss). At the time I was working as a certified General Motors tecnician at one of the area's largest dealerships. Fixing other peoples P.O.S. cars and trucks all day, every day, gets to you after a few years. The last thing I wanted to look at was my own busted car after a long day at work. So, with me being burned out on working on cars, I let my GN sit parked in my garage under a cover. It sat there for over 2 1/2 years without even being touched. I had given up.
I turned my attention to oter endevors, I started a family with my wonderful wife. We now have 2 beautiful children. My son Christopher, a serious gear head at age 3! No joke, He know's his cars, and my little girl Brailey, age 10 months. I also started my own business, DNR Paintball which has done well over the last 2 years. So I kept myself busy with my family and running my shop, and pretty much forgot about the car in the garage. Every once in a while I would go out and stare at it and reflect on days gone by and think about how much fun that car was to drive.
Over the years I have owned some very nice cars. A 67 Camaro 327 4 speed, 96 Impala SS, 94 Z28 with NOS and a 97 Formula WS6. I regret selling the 67 Camaro and the Impala SS most of all. I still think of those cars and wish I could turn back time. Hind sight sucks. But I always vowed, since the day I bought it, the GN was a keeper, for better or for worse. It's the other woman in my life, and the one car I will never let go.
The time has come for the GN to rise from the ashes, a Phenix. Reborn anew. The sweet sound of the exhaust will rattle the windows of the neighbors houses, the turbo whine will make small childern run home in fear, grown men will weep with joy as rubber is boiled into billowing clouds of smoke and no Mustang will be safe on the streets.
I AM BACK...
Thanks go out to all my close friends and family:
"J Banning", "Fat Nat" and "Ted" for all the help and motivation.
To my wife, who never nagged me about the big "paper weight" in the garage. (She just nagged about everything else...)
And last but not least, to my son who want's nothing more in life than to take a ride in the GN.
For the support, friendship and verbal abuse that it took to get me off my butt, I thank all of you, for you are what it's all about...
I turned my attention to oter endevors, I started a family with my wonderful wife. We now have 2 beautiful children. My son Christopher, a serious gear head at age 3! No joke, He know's his cars, and my little girl Brailey, age 10 months. I also started my own business, DNR Paintball which has done well over the last 2 years. So I kept myself busy with my family and running my shop, and pretty much forgot about the car in the garage. Every once in a while I would go out and stare at it and reflect on days gone by and think about how much fun that car was to drive.
Over the years I have owned some very nice cars. A 67 Camaro 327 4 speed, 96 Impala SS, 94 Z28 with NOS and a 97 Formula WS6. I regret selling the 67 Camaro and the Impala SS most of all. I still think of those cars and wish I could turn back time. Hind sight sucks. But I always vowed, since the day I bought it, the GN was a keeper, for better or for worse. It's the other woman in my life, and the one car I will never let go.
The time has come for the GN to rise from the ashes, a Phenix. Reborn anew. The sweet sound of the exhaust will rattle the windows of the neighbors houses, the turbo whine will make small childern run home in fear, grown men will weep with joy as rubber is boiled into billowing clouds of smoke and no Mustang will be safe on the streets.
I AM BACK...
Thanks go out to all my close friends and family:
"J Banning", "Fat Nat" and "Ted" for all the help and motivation.
To my wife, who never nagged me about the big "paper weight" in the garage. (She just nagged about everything else...)
And last but not least, to my son who want's nothing more in life than to take a ride in the GN.
For the support, friendship and verbal abuse that it took to get me off my butt, I thank all of you, for you are what it's all about...
