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Well yeah.. if you’re starting with a completely rotted out piece of shit that’s been stripped. You didn’t really restore anything, you just replaced all that was missing... which was everything besides the unibody. That’s not what most average restorations consist of.

Sorry, but as a 19 year ‘69 Dodge Coronet owner, your figure of $45k material cost is complete bullshit. B-bodies are expensive to restore, but not THAT expensive.

How will they ever contain an explosion within a piece of iron and then convert it to stable rotary power? It can’t be done!

I remember when these first hit showrooms back in the 90's. My parents were at the local Honda dealer and my Dad was shopping a a new CRV and a used ‘96 300zx twin turbo, which he didn’t buy because they wouldn’t let him “run” the turbos. While he was having that argument I was scoping this beautiful new machine on

This is about 20 minutes from my house. I know of two Corvair Monzas and ‘63 Coupe within 2 miles. All in excellent shape. Maybe it’s time to go shopping.. :D

It appears to be more of an optical illusion cause by the telephoto lens.

And also, since when do officers who directly benefit from this kind of horse-shit get to have any kind of fucking opinion when discussion th legitimacy of such fuckery? Of course that bag of shit is going to defend it, he needs $15k worth of 30 billion lumen dumb fuck dick wagging lights on his cruiser. You know.. so

I usually prefer my engines have dual overhead hams.

I’m laughing my ass off... and I’m okay with that.

Shouldn’t these people be wearing ventilators?

It’s a C7 Corvette with an Audi S7 rear end.

Security, please escort this man from the premises. I can’t accept his freestyle form. I don’t care whether or not he has transit.

Can you provide a contour map of this location? It’s not a long drive, but a good weekend endeavour.

I happen to think my R60S is rather sexy.

Waits patiently for Trump to learn how powerful the Auto Industry can be and he finds himself at the bottom of a pit of dirt.

Way to dig up old shit, friend.

The ‘72 Pontiac LeMans is the car of my childhood. My mom bought it new in ‘72, my parents took their honeymoon in it, and I even came home from the hospital in it. Not bad for a first car ride. We took it to church every Sunday, family vacations, prom, and car shows.

‘O come, all ye faithful.

Allow me to fix your headline,

All I could see was Jeremy’s watch jumping around to different times during his in-car scenes. Hard to miss with those giant white hands on a black face.