My Father owns 5 Opels, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73 (I am pretty sure those years, could be 68 instead of 72) any ways. The first one was the 70, a wedding present to my Mother and Father, I can't really remember this one being driven all that much. The 69 was next, oh the memories of that car, driving on dads lap to go to the store (we lived in a small town Fredrick Colorado) it was used as a snowmobile jump in NH, (Dad was pissed)... Any ways, I found and Joined this site last week, because of how much help I could give/receive, but I found a good deal on a 1972 GT right here in denver. I called the seller up... long story short had Dad pay 3,000 for the car and parts before he even looked at the her. Body is in good shape, and she only has 50,000 original miles. I had him get it for me, but after the short test drive home, He wants to keep it for himself 
. So on sat after we buy the 72 (our 6th in the family) We get home and I change the oil in the 73 (my daily driver, still dad's though). My 3 or 4 year old nephew wanted to help but I told him he couldn't. I go back on sun to change the oil on the new 72, and tell Alex (nephew) he could help. He got under the car and watched in awe as we changed the oil. After all was done he was so happy to have worked on "Grandad's and Uncle Joe's cool new car" (I swear that it what he said word for word) I wanted to run the oil through the engine just to double check a nock we herd when we bought it, so I grabbed Alex, sat him on my lap like Dad used to do to me, and he drove us around the block.
It made my day to know that I have now passed on our families love/virus of Opels.
. So on sat after we buy the 72 (our 6th in the family) We get home and I change the oil in the 73 (my daily driver, still dad's though). My 3 or 4 year old nephew wanted to help but I told him he couldn't. I go back on sun to change the oil on the new 72, and tell Alex (nephew) he could help. He got under the car and watched in awe as we changed the oil. After all was done he was so happy to have worked on "Grandad's and Uncle Joe's cool new car" (I swear that it what he said word for word) I wanted to run the oil through the engine just to double check a nock we herd when we bought it, so I grabbed Alex, sat him on my lap like Dad used to do to me, and he drove us around the block. It made my day to know that I have now passed on our families love/virus of Opels.
