I stopped at a garage sale the other day and strolled through the tools, Tupperware, toys and tires, browsed at the records, recliners and roasters, glanced at the DVDs,  VCRs and MP3s, but nothing caught my interest. You鈥檙e either in the garage sale mood and find plenty of treasure, or you鈥檙e just a looker.

But off to the side of the carport sat a 1968 Chrysler New Yorker, white with red trim and red upholstery. This car was very familiar and looked just like a vehicle I had driven out from the depot at Annacis Island in 1968, when it was brand new. I worked for the local Chrysler dealer, Keith Beadle Motors, and we often got taken into New West to pick up a new car and drive it back to 91原创.

This particular car had been the personal demo ordered for the owner Keith Beadle. I asked the elderly man at the garage sale how long he鈥檇 had that car.

鈥淚 bought that in 1968 from Keith Beadle, it was his own personal car,鈥� he tells me.

He has had the car all these years and drives it daily.

I remembered driving those cars out from town, a 19-year-old kid in a brand new Chrysler. You could put the power windows down, plug in the demonstration 8-track tape from the glove box, put on your sun glasses and drive home like a rock star.

Later that year, the muscle cars like Road Runners, Dusters, Chargers and Barracudas came on the scene, and a young guy could turn heads driving a lime green, purple or bright orange car through Surrey and down Fraser Highway. We shook our heads that people would pay $5,000 for these cars. Today, they sell for $50,000 and up.

One day a salesman told me to come along with him to New West, we had a truck to bring out. He dropped me off at the vehicle yard with the paper work and the yard man took me out to the back lot, gave me the keys and pointed to a tandem truck and chassis. It was to be a gravel truck for 91原创 Concrete and Tile and had no box on it yet. I had never driven anything like it but the yard man showed me the shifting and walked away.

The trip back to 91原创 was not a relaxing rock star drive. I wasn鈥檛 used to air brakes and I stalled it on the Pattullo Bridge. I misjudged the turning radius at King George and Fraser Highway and had to back into traffic. I did real well in the straight stretches and got it back in one piece. I will not go into the speech I got from the service manager and sales manager, and I have tried to forget the glare coming down from the 6鈥�4鈥� frame of Keith Beadle when I got back.

It was just supposed to be a summer job, but I worked with some great people and made some pretty solid friendships. Finding this Chrysler in the back yard brought back some old memories, and the gentleman and I talked about some of the salesmen and mechanics we both knew. He tells me the car is still a treat to drive.

So in the end, I left with a $3 Motown CD and a bag full of memories. I found some treasure indeed. At least that鈥檚 what McGregor says.