GlytchMeister wrote:AmriloJim wrote:GlytchMeister wrote:Also, invariably, the people with the classic muscle cars were regarded with infinitely more respect than the uppity little snots who got a brand new mustang for their birthday from their parents.
*derisive sneer*
*wolfish grin*
I remember one gal who had bad luck with boyfriends. Two cheated on her in a row. The first one had a brand new mustang convertible. The second one had a classic muscle car, I can't remember what.
Another relevant bit of information about the gal: she watched Top Gear.
The first boyfriend immediately found his shiny brand new car
extensively keyed, tires slashed, and windows broken... On a day when a major ice storm rolled through, soaking the interior and coating all of those magnificently expensive electronics in ice.
The second boyfriend had the air let out of one of his tires... But not enough to make the wheel rest on its rim. She left enough air in the tire to keep the car safe.
I asked her about it later, and she said the difference was like cleaning artistic graffiti off of a building versus tearing up the Mona Lisa.
Yeah, pretty much.
Modern 'Stangs have Truck engines in a plastic body. The light frames cannot handle it.
My favourite cars I have owned(my '96 Camry and my current baby my '94 Cutlass Ciera S not included, as they are awesome anomalies) have all been seventies/eighties cars...except that LeSabre...it was DoA.
I test drove a classic Charger, and a new one. While both had oodles of HP, I could easily peg the classic before I felt I felt her whine...I could easily have reproduced a few DoH hijinx with her too.
I hit about 55, and I felt her shudder(this was a brand-new one, with me the first to drive).
Honestly, the only new car to make me feel that excited was driving my brother's BMW M class. God that was a sexy car. But...65k.
I remember my son...he was about four or five...saw a '65 Mustang convertible. Candy apple red, snow white leather. Whitewalls. Guy noticed us look, and pulled out...a remote. Once the car played crap bass and jumped up on hydraulics, my son ran up to him and kicked his shins.
"You ruined it!", and he ran back to me crying. Guy came up and asked me about it, and I asked him if he would put Jnco's and Nike's on Michelangelo's David, or a pimp hat on Rodin's Thinker.
He asked me what I would do. I told him to tear all that crap out and save it for an eighties 'stang. Chrome out the engine, bring it back to stock...put in a pair of fuzzy dice.
He did. Took him the entire Summer. He even put the original Shelby back in there. Took his first ever blue ribbon a month later.
So yeah, classics muscle.
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
Aphyon chu kissa whol l'jaed.
--Safyr Drathmir