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The year was 1978 and I was 14 years old. My sister Rose just bought a 1967 White Camaro with orange graphics on all the body lines. She was getting so many compliments I thought it was so cool. I think this is when my love for Camaros began. My goal was to someday purchase my own Camaro. My allowance at that time was only $2.75 a week, I knew it would take forever to save at that rate to get my dream car. I wanted it so bad I was willing to do whatever it took. That’s when I