If you could have any car, money and mechanical needs being no object, what would you drive?
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
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I sincerely hope you did not take my comment personally Nora.
I think I was a little raw and riled up and over-sensitive. I apologize for being overly snippy.
Wow, it's been a while since I got all thin skinned in Bitches. And Hec didn't even have anything to do with it this time!
If you could have any car, money and mechanical needs being no object, what would you drive?
The '59 Lincoln convertible I own: [link]
In 1983, I bought a 1957 Plymouth Belvedere with 16,000 original miles on it.
It had a push button "Powerflight" transmission, no seatbelts, a tube radio that had to warm up before working and a trunk that could sleep six. It drove like a dream and I loved that car with an unwholesome passion.
I've never felt that way about any other machine, muscle car or no.
'57 was a good year for Chrysler car styling. I think that's the same body as the Fury (like Christine ), right?
I think I was a little raw and riled up and over-sensitive. I apologize for being overly snippy.
No offense taken. I've been there.
I've developed something of a thing for muscle cars, but it's entirely fandom related. (Goats and Rivs and Impalas, oh my!)
I like small, pointy, FAST cars. My GTI is case in point (sob).
Having a Rolls Silver Ghost would be special.
If I bought a muscle car, it'd probably be a Ford Galaxie 500 or Mercury Marauder.
My loyalty to FoMoCo is a strange thing.
'57 was a good year for Chrysler car styling. I think that's the same body as the Fury (like Christine ), right?
EXACTLY. Which turned out to be the bad news. I bought it in Stockton, California in an area known for its yahoo population. Despite my car (Belle, as you might expect) being blue and not red, I had people swerving their cars at me, yelling "CHRISTEEEEEN!!!" out the window all the time. Sheesh.
On the other hand, not a single day went by when someone didn't try to buy it from me.
Ultimately, I sold her to a museum in Nevada.
YOUR car is pretty freakin' awesome!