its-not-a-wreck-its-my-project
Its-Not-A-Wreck-Its-My-Project
its-not-a-wreck-its-my-project

Seems we're off to a good start.

Absolutely! I'll hold you to that. What's your flavor, sir?

As an avid aviator and WWII nerd, this makes me so happy. I've had the pleasure of piloting a PT-17 Stearman, AT-6 Texan, and a C-45 Expeditor. Flying one of the hero planes though has always eluded me. The Spitfire has always been a favorite too.

"The engine alone on this thing would be worth close to that for someone building a Mopar hot-rod."

Dammit, I wanted to join the blasting, but you made an excellent point.

As I recall, didn't the Little Red Wagon and Hemi Under Glass have independent left and right brakes? I recall hearing this once at the strip and it made sense.

I've been searching for a first generation Bronco for six years now. Finding one that is a feasible project (read: one without floors, quarter panels, and rockers rusted to shit) has yielded nothing for under eight grand. My best find thus far has been a '72 with a trashed, but not too rusty body, C4 (deal breaker, it

Consider the following: I moved to Salt Lake in 2006. Salt Lake has an abundance of salt. Go figure its name isn't so ironic. Every winter, the UDOT salts the ever loving fuck out of the roads.

I've gone to Speed Week every year since I moved to Utah. The first time I saw this in person it blew my mind and gave me a million boners to see that somebody did this to a Gullwing. It's so fucking pretty.

Dear Mercedes,

You just had a crisis too.

My first wheels were an '87 S-15. A two wheel drive five speed model. After a year of my 16 year old antics, I traded up to a '76 K5 (big mistake, long story). The S-15 was still running like a champ and my old man's truck was barely limping along, so he inherited the GMC (as exchange for not killing me by that point

Thank you!

I'd like to bring this word in to my repertoire. Could I have a pronunciation key with that?

I like the idea of them using a Prius hybrid system coupled to a 1,000 horsepower V8.

If I could, I'd recommend this at least three more times for the dog and American driveway lineup.

As a career machinist and lifelong gearhead, this fun makes me happy on every level.

Four fucking fries?! The art of the side seems lost on them.

Thunderbolts...thems make me weak in the knees.

You know, if the owner didn't put the goddamn turbo in the car. If they'd left it show room stock; I might be tempted by the charm of the little 'Yota.