I am getting ready to head back into the classroom, and need some good barn stories to tell the gr 12's. They fall for them much quicker than the 9's do.

 

Well it was back in '85 quite a party as I remember when Betty Sue and I went for a midnight stroll out in the back forty, if you know what I mean, when we came across this old barn. Well we looked inside and low and behold a nice dry hay loft appeared.......oh Corvette barn stories, never mind :lol:

 

Not exactly a barn story but kinda funny. I had a body shop in the midwest about twenty yeas ago. One day a couple of guys in their late teens whom I had done some work for came to tell me about an old Corvette that they knew about. They said it worth checking into because the body didn't have any rust or dents. I thanked them for the tip and tried not to laugh before they left. :lol: :lol:

 

Just what I was thinking, ah the days of growing up on the farm. Her name was Jacky, she was 16 I was 15. She was much more experienced :bb ....
Ya'll can finish it on your own :D

Scott

 

My site has details on my find.

 

Luv barn stories. :D , oh ya so do the kids. :yesnod:

 

There's a local guy that we call "the birddog" because he tracks down all the old muscle cars from here that got away. He found the ZL 1 Camaro that was local and bought it. He also found the LS6 El Camino that I own now.

The birddog was looking for a 69 L88 that was new here in 69. It belonged to a local street racer, who's still around, still a hot rodder, and although in his 70's has a Z06 with nitros, supposedly over 400 inches and bad to the bone. Anyhow, this guy owned an L88 in 69, pulled the motor in favor of an LS7 crate motor in 70 or 71, then sold the car and nobody knew where it was. So it's early 80's and the birddog is trailin' this car and the trail went stone cold at a used car lot in a small rural town 40 miles from here. The one man car lot had refused co operation and told the birddog not to call anymore. The thing was, my grandfather lived in this town and knew the car dealer. I told him about the rare car and that I needed the vin # to chase it, but the dealer wasn't interested in diggin in his records. My granddad said the guy was peculiar, but he thought he could get it for me. Several months later he called an said he had the number. (Just for the record, the original owner was interested, but didn't have anything with the vin # on it. We'd also tried the local tag office and run a MSO check through the Feds, but couldn't come up with a vin by the original owner & selling dealer's names.) My FBI buddy ran the vin # the day I got it and it showed with an owner in Atlanta. Not finding a number in information, I jumped in the car and made the 80 mile trip to the guy's listed address.........apartment complex and he'd skipped owing money. Over the next couple of years, we tried everything within reason to find this person, including frequent checks of motor vehicle records for new tag/address, utility records, etc, etc..........nothing. This guy had vanished or moved out of state. The car didn't show as registered in surrounding states either. At the time I had a small retail auto service business with all my car hobby junk sittin' around. Every time somebody from law enforcement would visit, wanting an appropriate discount, I'd say "sure, but how bout runnin' this vin number form me. It was always the same thing, the same old apartment address in Atlanta and no current tag. This went on for several years and I made the request less frequently as my enthusiasm was fading, assuming I'd never find the car.

One day a city policeman came in wanting a deal on a set of tires for his wife's car. I made the usual, "sure, but how 'bout doin' me a favor and running this vin" speech. Holy cow, the car's registered to a new owner 30 miles south of Atlanta. There was no phone number listed with information and I was ridin' in less than 30 minutes. I found the street with help from the local Police dept. in that town and rode up to the guy's house. (his grandmother's actually) He said that he had these 2 cars sitting there and wanted to sell one because his grandmother wanted the clutter out of her yard. He said "I'll sell you the one with the fat hood, but money won't buy the other on. Both cars were painted the same lipstick red enamel with the same aluminum aftermarket wheels. The car that money wouldn't buy was a 390 horse 69 that was rough. The other was the L88, much worse for wear, but incredibly never damaged, the L88 badge still on the console, just above the tattered 103 octane label, the original serial numbered rock crusher still installed and the build sheet still on the tank. Incredibly, the original L88 radiator and core support was still there as was the T I and J56 front brake calipers. We struck a deal on the spot and I towed it home on a two wheel dolly courtesy of the local U Haul. The next morning, surprisingly, I had a real let down feeling. The search had been so long and complicated, it was disappointing to know it was over. The feeling was temporary. Within a week the lipstick red enamel was laying on the garage floor along with the original Riverside Gold laquer.

The car was at Bloomington for the "Earthquake 88" L88 reunion in 1988 and was also one of only 3 L88's judged that year. It's also had 2 NCRS top flights and a performance verification. That same year it was at the big block reunion at Corvette Expo in Knoxville, where it got "Best Big Block" and "Judges Choice" awards.

Now if I could just have a second chance to get my hands on that ZL1 Camaro that the birddog found.

 

This steel cities gray sat in a barn in Michigan for 14 yrs. The previous owner found it with 40,000 miles on it. He kept it for 10 years and put 10,000 miles on it. He transfered to Alabama with the V.A. Hospital.

He put it up for sale to buy a C-5. Thats where I come in. Wife was at work and I told her I was going to look at a Corvette. Later that day I called her on the cell phone and told her the hay was in the barn. She said what are you talking about. I said the 72 Roadster is in our garage. Its a done deal.