The religion of pieces
blows more shit up in Oslo.
Not confirmed yet, but I imagine it wasn’t any blondheaded Dutch Reformed kids.
blows more shit up in Oslo.
Not confirmed yet, but I imagine it wasn’t any blondheaded Dutch Reformed kids.
So I thought to myself, were money no object, what cars would I own?
First and foremost: A 1932 Cord Phaeton.
Next: a 1934 Auburn Boat tailed Speedster
A Porsche 916. I’ve always loved the marque, but the “traditional” porsches (the 911, 912) didn’t appeal to me as much as the ugly porsches, the 914/916 and the 928S4. I LOVED the 928, and the 916 was a fast, well balanced little mid engine that- while slow by todays standards- was an amazing piece of engineering.
A Morgan Aero 8. Preferably the fixed head, the convertible is just too damned ugly.
A Lotus Europa. I can’t get in one at all, but I still think they’re cool.
a Unimog. The perfect vehicle for the coming Zombie Apocalypse.
There are a lot more, but those are the predominant ones that spring to mind.
Money being no object, what rides do you lust after?
But i prefer to think of my wide aspect ratio forehead as the Solar Panel for my Sex Machine.
What? It’s pretty charged up right now.