I’m wondering if the old car isn’t just sitting next to it, cropped out of view. I love those shots where different generations are parked next to each other.

My dad and I restored a 65 mustang that was a barn find... and honestly we should have just left that particular one there as it sat. We restored a car that was way to far gone and ended up with a car with 85% new body panels, floor and frame rails. We joke the only original piece left is the roof. But at the same…

Listening to the car radio is cardio.  Right?

I was going to comment on that too; it’s an impressively subtle job, and a neat way to show the lineage. 

I really like the top photo.  It wasn’t until the second look I picked out the old car in the reflection.  Nicely done, MB art people.

That is not a frame - that is abstract art.  The only way that Jeep is going to Moab is if you sandblast off everything that isn’t rust and carry what remains in a bucket.

Yeah, I was gonna say something about that, too.

Wow, a big, meaty, RWD Buick sedan? Hold my bingo stamper, I’m in!

I think you mean the powershit transmission

TIFIFY...It’s the douchebag-ness squared

I heard once that back in the day, you wanted a doctor who drove a Buick. If he drove a Cadillac, he was clearly out to overcharge you, and if he drove a Chevrolet, he must not be a very good doctor.

Taillamps that flashed arrows at night which pointed in the opposite direction of the turn being signaled. Edsel wagons shared the wagon body shells with Fords and they attempted to disguise the jet tube round lamps with alternately styled lamp units with oddly shaped bolt-on trim.

I am an Edsel fan!

I think Torch is in the wrong; he really shouldn’t rag on these guys.

Driven monthly.  Period.

They put that cone out. The situation is now under control. 

I see this thing all the time.  It’s based locally, and usually parked at Southlake Mall in Merrillville, IN.  

Wow, there’s a sculpted pile of shit, too.

Not more than one week ago I would have lit you up for this take, but after more than one tweet from you on the subject (ahem), the idea festered in the back of my mind.