Classic Rides

[mraynrand]

^^^ Look at those zany guys! Are they taking a body out, or putting one into, the trunk?

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AC Shelby Cobra

[Freak Out]

My VW TDI Sportwagen will be in here soon.

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Been thinking about the Charger 392 for the wife...

[Freak Out]

A four door as well. Hell....its a family car.

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A four door as well. Hell....its a family car.

the challenger is a two-door, but I think it only has manual - which I like, but not the wifey.

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My VW TDI Sportwagen will be in here soon.

we want pictures

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Gyron Concept Car, 1961



Jetson Family car, circa 2209

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Been thinking about the Charger 392 for the wife...

that is a sweet looking car, i like the color too

[red]

AC Shelby Cobra

so, i'm walking the dog down by the lake one day, and a guy drives by us in a cobra, well not a real cobra, but a pretty decent knockoff. anyways, the car is making this amazing throaty rumble as it goes by. and i look at the douchebag driving it, and he has ear plugs

what fucking pussy wears earplugs in a badass car?

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Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 Pirelli Edition

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1951 Ferrari 212 Export Touring Barchetta

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1970 Dodge Challenger

[swede]

I am sure that as punishment for having abused my beautiful 1975 Cutlass 442 with a rather foolhardy nighttime spin that saw the speedometer needle touch 140 a week earlier, the water pump of my good old car puked out at 11:00 pm on Hwy 141 as two friends and I wended our way north to a family cabin near Pembine. We walked about a mile to a little burgh called Pound and found one seedy bar still open and engaged the service of a tow truck driver. This handled the matter of my car, but we still needed to do something with ourselves. Calling parents would have meant giving up on a weekend of smoking and drinking beer, so we called a bar in Appleton where a friend was working. He agreed to ride up with his buddy after the bar closed, pick us up, and drive us the rest of the way--friends being that way back in my day.

So the bar closes and we sat on a step of one of four buildings at the only intersection in this "town" and calculated distance, speed, and the probable time of our rescuers' arrival. We had endured several false alarms when a likely looking set of lights appeared in the distance, grew closer, raced past us and disappeared into the blackness beyond. In the brief moment that the big Mark IV passed we could see our friend in the passenger seat, a cigarette dangling in his fingers, staring blearily through the windshield and completely oblivious to our waving hands and desperate cries.

In a stroke of bizarre luck, a giant rusting hulk of a northwoods pickup truck which had been through the area a few times saw us as we hailed our friends without success. Foote ran across the road, jumped into the truck bed and slapped the roof of the great beastly machine and it roared off into the night, pursuing the red taillights of the Lincoln. Ten minutes later the Lincoln was back and we went on to Town Corner Lake and got busy talking and drinking until dawn.

So I like to recall that night whenever I see one of these improbably long vehicles.