This is a little story about a car that was,  in all aspects stolen from me.   It was stolen from the original owner too,  but that is a given once you hear the story.

I guess the story starts sometime when I was around 14.  Riding around with the parents or someone...I came across an open garage door one day that I had never seen open before.  Inside that garage door sat an impossibility.  An unmolested all original 1969 Z/28.  You often hear about these cars being found in barns or lost in a warehouse....but this is suburbia....Inside the perimeter of 285 in metro Atlanta.  Unheard of these days....The year must have been 1985 or 1986...sometime around then.   I  found it....next thing I would do is find out about it....