In January, 2001 I made the most irrational, yet one of the best, decisions of my life.
I had just quit my first post-college job as a graphic designer at a quick-turn sign shop. I realized that job was taking me nowhere, so I decided to take some time off and re-examine my situation.
It just so happened that a few months prior, my Grandmother had passed away, leaving me with a little bit of money to live on while I considered my next move. At least, that was the plan…
Instead, I found myself with too much time on my hands and high-speed internet access. Late one night while browsing car sites, I decided that it would be cool to own a muscle car. I did some research and concluded that a 69 Camaro, being one of the quintessential muscle cars, was the one for me.
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