I knew as soon as I saw the for sale ad way back in 1991... and it nearly slipped out of my grasp.
I didn't have the dough, and begged the owner not to sell, and hold onto it for me, telling him how I was going to take care of it right. He agreed, and garaged it for 3 years.
I got a call one night where he said "my daughter is turning 16 and wants to drive the Monaco. It will kill her. Either come and get it now or I'm going to put it up for sale."
I scraped the cash together (bank loan etc), and took a bus out to rural Saskatchewan and drove it 2,500 miles home.
Sorry to hijack the thread...
I didn't have the dough, and begged the owner not to sell, and hold onto it for me, telling him how I was going to take care of it right. He agreed, and garaged it for 3 years.
I got a call one night where he said "my daughter is turning 16 and wants to drive the Monaco. It will kill her. Either come and get it now or I'm going to put it up for sale."
I scraped the cash together (bank loan etc), and took a bus out to rural Saskatchewan and drove it 2,500 miles home.
Sorry to hijack the thread...