Isn't this a great beauty?
Next, a work in progress, there's a coffin in there.
Fabulous reflections, abound.
When I was a teen, I tried to talk my Dad into getting me a '57 Chevy.
He said he wouldn't because he was afraid I'd be racing all over town.
He was right.
He bought me a '49 Chevy, instead, I still raced all over town.
Here's another great '57 Chevy. How's this for a paint job!
How low can you go. I think this one must have hydraulics, but I didn't talk to the owner.