When I was sixteen years old, I bought this old dumper of a car for $400. To me it was the bomb. To my father, it was a project. And to my wallet, it was a magnet.
But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to transform that old, 1972 Chevrolet into something very cool and fast.
One of the first lines of business was doing some bodywork, having a new coat of paint sprayed on, and putting in some killer speakers and a stereo.
Topping it all off was my shiny set of mag wheels all shiny and bright.
They sure did look good around “55″ mph.
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