Among my quirks is a fondness for American cars in their heyday - massive, twenty-two-foot-long behemoths that, if you added catapults to the hood, could be mistaken for aircraft carriers. 460 cubic inches (almost 8 liters) under the hood, mush-bucket suspensions, chrome galore; you can't help but be seduced by the sheer, heedless exuberance of these relics of 25-cent-a-gallon gasoline. The heavyweights of this era tipped the scales at over 5500 pounds, and had enough power to burn rubber.
Friday, November 07, 2008
Paging Steve McGarrett...
Among my quirks is a fondness for American cars in their heyday - massive, twenty-two-foot-long behemoths that, if you added catapults to the hood, could be mistaken for aircraft carriers. 460 cubic inches (almost 8 liters) under the hood, mush-bucket suspensions, chrome galore; you can't help but be seduced by the sheer, heedless exuberance of these relics of 25-cent-a-gallon gasoline. The heavyweights of this era tipped the scales at over 5500 pounds, and had enough power to burn rubber.
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