Now, as it happened, I was just starting to look around for a new project car.
I had just been married & moved into a new house a couple of months previous,
so now that the dust had settled, I was in the market for a new toy. My
criteria at the time was that it had to be a GM make, preferably A-body,
of the mid-to-late 60's vintage... oh yes, and it *had* to be a convertible.
I had already owned a a '69 Chevelle ragtop, so I was leaning more towards
one of the B-O-P offerings anyways.
As soon as I heard it was a '67 Cutlass, we agreed that I'd followed my co-worker to his house that evening to check it out. Well, one look, and a jaunt around the block, and I was hooked. The paint was tired, as was the upholstery, but there was almost no rot on the car, and no dents. And despite the fact that it had sat in his garage for afew years, it didn't take too much to get it running again.
It no longer had a 330; he told me he blew up the engine years before, and replaced it and it's 2 speed jet-a-way with a 350/TH350 combination from a '73 Cutlass. And naturally, he didn't keep the 330 or tranny, so the car could never be restored to original. And it had an aftermarktet radio.
But, it had pretty much everything else, including 5 SSI wheels. $1500 later, it was mine.
I didn't do too much with the car that first year, other than fix or replace those things I needed to to get it driveable. In 1993, I had the seats re-upholstered and got the car painted. The shop that did it brought the car down to bare metal. Only rust spots were just in front of the rear wheel openings. It was repainted its original Spanish Red. With that red interior, it's small wonder why I call the car "Big Red".
This picture was taken in August '93, when my wife & I took Big Red down to Cape Cod on vacation. The body of water with all the sailboats in the background is Pleasant Bay in Chatham, MA.
And I have a 455 on a stand, waiting for a rebuild, to have handy whenever
the currently well running 350 gets tired. That'll wake the car up!