The story is a bit muddy (like the car). Joe bought the Chevelle at Louisville's V.V. Cooke Chevrolet dealership, and apparently drove the hell out of it from the get-go. According to Shannon, when the Chevelle was nearly brand new, Joe motored over to the Smyrna Inn, a little bar down the road from where he lived, to drink beer and shoot pool. When he left after several hours, he discovered that the car was missing. He reported it stolen, and two weeks later the police found the car with some severe front-end damage. He had it brought back to his place, where he tore it apart. (At least that's how the story goes. Shannon hinted that there's probably more to it.)The truth of what really happened went to the grave with Joe. The Chevelle was still in the same garage where he had parked it in 1970 after the accident. Rick got the impression that Joe was so embarrassed about the accident that he put the car in hiding, where it remained for another 47 years. And with only 19,000 miles on it!