A little background....
Six years ago I bought my dream car which was a 1971 corvette stingray convertible. I had fun with beauty from out of state, she was everything that I could have ever wanted, but I soon hit a rough patch and couldn't get her registered like I should have.
Funny story.....due to an incompetent lady at the DMV my day started out like this..... I called up the DMV to set up an appointment to get my car registered. I drove the car from Huntington Beach to the DMV where I arrived about 30 minutes early. I went in and asked a worker where I had to park the car. They start instructed me to park the corvette along the side of the building and I waited along with everyone else outside. Eventually the lady showed up and asked who the corvette belonged to. I jumped and said me! I was possibly to eager and arrogant owning the corvette, but who could blame a 26 year old cruising out in a convertible. I think that my enthusiasm may have caused the lady to dislike me from the get go. She gruffly told me to open the car door so she could take a look inside. At this point I knew I had to play it cool and dial back my enthusiasm. Unfortunately for me and her the side pipes on the vette were HOT! I tried to warn her but she waved me off and proceeded to sit down in the car and burned her leg and got even angrier at me. Then the "nice" asked me for the VIN number and I read it off the front windshield. She asked me for the second one which I had no idea where it was, I was hoping that she being the expert would know where to look. She told me sure it was in the glove box. Which I replied "corvettes from 68-83 do not have a glove box", this did not amuse her, especially after I pointed to the little box that were the glove box. She then informed me that it should be on the engine which I immediately knew would not fly because the engine was an after market. So I left empty handed, no registration nothing.
I went home and researched what I could do to get around this issue. The answer I found, pay off the loan, get the title in hand and go BACK to the DMV and register my car, hopefully with a different lady or man who knows what the hell they are talking about. Shortly there after that infamous day, my life took a turn for the worse. The economy tanked and well my project to restore my vette back to her glorious self had to take a back seat. I shelved the project for a later time and she sat in the drive way waiting for the day that I could give her the love and care that she deserved. And that day FINALLY came when my wonderful wife planned the most awesome birthday party of all time. A party that involved beer, good food, friends and a whole lot of elbow grease and wrenches.
