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Let's kick today off with Dad's impressive stable of 1960s muscle, which included (1-2) 1962 Pontiac Grand Prix, (3) 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1, and (4) 1966 Chevy Chevelle SS rocking Radir 5 spokes, with a modest little 61-65 Chevy Nova sedan behind it.
Oooh, me likey this 1950 Mercury Monterey coupe. Don't often see 49-51 Mercs in stock condition, as they are considered the ultimate material for a chopped & dropped custom lead sled.
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From the 1930 epic "The Big Dog House," which I regard as the Citizen Kane of talking dog prison melodramas. During the 1930s Pete Smith produced a whole series of "barkies" for MGM featuring trained dogs, often parodying hit movies of the time.
Today's kickoff is a nice Allard-influenced hot rod, a 1932 Ford roadster, channeled, sectioned grille, Duval windshield, and the 2 intakes popping up through hood suggest hopped up flathead. Bozeman probably had a few of these in 1952.
"I accidentally drove and/or helicoptered to a 3 star Michelin restaurant in Napa for my friend's crucial once-in-a-lifetime 50th birthday party while making it illegal to open your taco stand" is some next level Animal Farm
I'm tempted to compare him to a televangelist who got caught with a prostitute, but a televangelist who got caught with a prostitute can't throw you in jail for stopping sending him payments
Twitter should just accept the fact that Instagram and TikTok are where people go to share joyous visual self expression, and Twitter is for malignant assholes to scream lunatic conspiracy theories
YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok is where nobodies go to become millionaires, Twitter is where millionaires go to become nobodies