Loosely based on the country song.
Ever since Darryl got his drivers license, he wanted a car of his own. His parents didn't want to get one at first, but after quite a bit of discussion, they finally gave in. Darryl didn't have a lot of money to spend on a new car, so he decided to start out with a used car, so he looked in the classifieds. He marked down the cars that looked good until a certain ad in the paper caught his eye. The ad read simply:
Old Chevy For Sale
Phone 555-1975
Darryl phoned the number and asked if the car is still available, and was relieved that it still was. After getting the address from the lady on the other end of the line, Darryl went there with his dad.
Once there Darryl knocked on the door and waited. After a couple of minutes, the door was opened and Darryl introduced himself as the guy who had phoned earlier. The lady invited Darryl inside. Once inside Darryl asked "So about the car, the ad said that it was a Chevy, but that was all that was mentioned about it. Maybe if you could give me some information about it."
The lady said "The info about the car was all that I know about it. I don't even know if it still runs or not. So are you interested or not?" Darryl said that he would like to see the car first before making up his mind, so they went to the garage. The lady told Darryl that the car was underneath the blue tarp. Darryl noted that the tarp was covered in dust and that it looked like the tarp had been on it for many years.
Darryl finally asked, "So, after all these years, why have you decided to sell the car?" The lady said that she was retired and will be moving soon, so she decided to sell it.
Upon removing the covering, Darryl's breath was taken away because he reckonized the car was a 1966 Chevelle Malibu. After recovering, Darryl turned to the lady and said, "I will buy the car, maam." So Darryl bought the Malibu for $1000, which was the amount he had on him at the time. As soon as he bought the car, he sat behind the wheel and noted to himself that it was a thrill to be sitting behind the wheel of a very fine car. After a moment, he noticed the glove box and opened it, hoping to find some information about the car or its owner.
In the glove box, Darryl noticed two pieces of paper. One was a picture of a guy in an army uniform, whom Darryl guessed was about 18 years old. The other piece of paper was a note from the owner. The note read as follows:
Sunday, July 23, 1967