Jerry bought the car in June 1978. In December 1978, he had just finished painting the car and had given it a custom stripe. He had driven it out of the shop and only got halfway across town when a young kid ran into the Corvette and knocked it into another car.
That night, the Corvette was at the body shop, and someone stole the wheels, valve covers, intake, and carburetor. The police caught the thieves red-handed. The last time Jerry saw the stolen parts, they were in a bag marked evidence. The insurance company totaled the car, which led to its disappearance until I found the car in July 2006.
My cousin Kal, my brother Merle, my uncle Carl, and my friend Larry helped me dig out the Corvette. I had Jerry come over to look at his old car. He told us stories of how magnificent the car performed, and how he had thought that the car had been parted out after the accident. He didn't remember the damage being as bad as it looks today, but nearly 30 years sitting in a barn definitely took its toll.
Twenty-eight years later, the Corvette got a long-awaited wash, and then we loaded it up to take it to its new home. As it sits today, it still needs a ton of 'glass work, but I think I'm up for it.