What’s more American than a red, white and blue, drag-racing 1969 Mustang Fastback? Perhaps the centennial-theme paint jobs adorning the worst that Detroit possibly had to offer -ever- in 1974… unfortunately, that’s a different story for a different time.
Continue reading I made a short video about my car. It’s more of an ad for this site than anything, I guess. Anyone who knows us even a little bit will be able to tell that it’s a joke. Anyways, here you go:
By now you’ve surely noticed that it seems to start getting dark out at like, 4:00 PM or something. It must be almost winter time again. And although it doesn’t snow in Phoenix, we figure there’s no reason why it can’t snow on the internet. Yeah, technically, it’s not winter yet, but whatever.
Happy December.
Amidst all of the 2012 SEMA hubbub, I bring you the latest installment on my 455 Oldsmobile-powered 1965 C-10, better known as: The Futuramic Farm Truck.
As you know this time of year is not a productive in terms of free hours to work or money to spend. I’ve been putting off breaking out the impact gun and yanking the top end on the 455 because I spun it over and checked the oil when I traded it for my boat anchor smog-era 350. I had some free time between trees, turkeys and all that other stuff to get a little bit done, so this is what I chose to do. Like my piece on the rear suspension for my daily driver: Valkyrie, I’m going to be doing this article in a captioned picture style to illustrate what was going on as I did it. I hope you enjoy the change of pace, any comments or criticisms welcome, as usual. Much like after we’ve cooked the Christmas ham, all that’s left to do now is dig in: Continue reading
Short but sweet, we caught the “Best Of Show” custom 1969 Mustang Mach 40 heading out of SEMA as part of the rolling car show.
Be sure to check out our Youtube Channel and of course the Full Article covering this car.
I get the same depressed feeling from this truck that I get when I go to a casino and witness the miserable, chain smoking old people camping out at the slot machines. Their eyes tell the whole story:
