[/URL][/IMG] [/URL][/IMG] [/URL][/IMG] Above: The Day I brought it home...well close enough ...Summer of 1997. [/IMG] Above: Today summer of 2014. This is a story about a man no wait... a boy and his car. Well... I caught the bug this summer of 2014. I've been working on this car since I was 16. I've had enough sense to keep it. It was my first car...very sentimental. So this summer, I finally have a place to keep it and a very tight budget to fund this project. Hey it's only been 17 years in the making! And I know my story is not all too original. I had real life events (college, lack of funds, & lack of place to work on it) which prevented me from working on this car. year after year, I still kept my Camaro catalogs handy and my dream alive. Let's fast forward to today. One Friday afternoon when I was home early from work... I had four hours to kill! Then it dawned on me to forget about mowing the stupid lawn. I knew there was stuff I could do for the car right now. So I went down to Advance auto parts and bought the nickel, iron, copper brake lines for the car. Also, stopped at Harbor Freight for a handy dandy flare kit and small pipe cutting tool (for about $10 bucks). But as you can imagine these things take time. To do the front brakes properly I needed to change the rotors, calipers, and all new brake lines. I had already purchased the calipers and rotors about a year ago. So I made a list of things to do.