fuelyfury

I like rust in my eye, and skinned knuckles. The smell of flesh as it shrivels on the exhaust manifold. Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks with old beaters. Rust, and primer with some original color for good measure. Mercurys, Pontiacs, Olds, Fords, and even a few Mopars. Cars built strong to run hard. Highway races going on for miles. What the hell are these damn kids driving now? Poor souls in their zippy fours.
Good going to those that see the light. Detroit iron in all it's fury. When building a car was a pride, and not a business.
Let's keep em going folks!