Damn, it’s hard to tell them apart.
Damn, it’s hard to tell them apart.
Do you seriously expect me to tell the President that an alien has landed, assumed the identity of a dead housepainter from Madison, Wisconsin and is presently out tooling around the countryside in a hopped up orange and black 1977 Mustang?
Scoooooore: Mustang II, boredom zero.
I don’t even NEED the ads to want one. I already provide a loving home for one of the least desirable Corvettes ever made, I love cars that everyone turns their nose up at. No power? Questionable quality? Laughed at by all the other cars? Come to me, sweet little thing, I will give you the home you deserve.
That's love right there
These bastards are incredibly durable, I would have NEVER guessed it, until one day a buddy and I were sitting around a campfire in my backyard having a beer a couple days before my wedding.
i think that as a true car-guy and jalop, one MUST own a beater car. Blogs and buff-books breathlessly talk about the "experience" and "real driving" when behind the wheel of something like a 911 GTRS but in my opinion, owning a beater like a Metro is REAL driving.