Chick Renn, of York, Pennsylvania, thought he’d made the score of a lifetime one Sunday afternoon back in the summer of ’83. He’d just plunked down a $100 deposit on a complete, though disassembled, 1968 Camaro Z/28 and couldn’t wait to finalize the deal. But, before the ink was dry on the check, his wife, Karen, was doubting that the sale would ever go through. Call it woman’s intuition.
“On the way home, I was feeling pretty darn good about picking up a ’68 Z when out of the blue my wife said: ‘You’re not going to get that car.’”
Huh? Chick was baffled, but apparently the seller’s wife had been sending some nonverbal messages that Karen picked up on, expressing her disapproval with the transaction.
“Didn’t you notice his…
