What do you do when you are 33 years of age, love looking at old cars, but have no clue about cars? You buy one.
The sentimental value of this car far out weighs the practicality of a guy who knows nothing about cars owning a collectors car. But I do think it will be cool to drive it a couple of blocks down to the local Burger King for their Thursday night car show.
I’m calling this sweet, blissful ride “The Godfather.” Think louder exhaust, chrome rims, and low profile tires…yes, Ayden will be that kid going to prom!