The closer and closer I come to buying a 4th Generation Camaro or Firebird the more it slips away from me. The white 1998 Pontiac Firebird sold two days after the ad was posted on Auto Shopper.
Cross that one off my list. It wasÂ manual anyway. I would have sucked at it, making the poor car buck and ruin more than just my pride at a stop-light.
Yesterday… I came across a car post on autotrader.com. A 1999 PontiacÂ Firebird with 98,000 miles on it. It’s also one owner thanks to a carfax report—never leave home or buy a carÂ without one. It had no picture of the car, so I was kind of blind as to what to expect, but I decided to call on it anyway. No answer, so I left a message.Â I checked out the ad this morning to see if the car was still for sale, to my surprise there were 9 new photos of the car. Absolutely beautiful. Now, where is my return call? You updated the ad, now return my call. I know you got my message. The good part about this car is that it’s onlyÂ 19 miles from where I live. I have a good shot of seeing this car if I just head north a little more than I already am.
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She called me back at 11:02 PM today. It turns it belongs to the son of the lady selling it. He bought a 2002 Firehawk (damn him!) in Long Island. Raved about how she does not like the style of the car, norÂ the power of the car because 460 HP is way too much. As I’m thinking to myself… insurance! Anyway, 10 OxfordÂ DrÂ is where the car can be found. Yes, tomorrow I shall look.