GIRL, YOU LOOKS GOOD WON’T YOU BACK THAT ASS UP.
If you don’t know… I gotdamn love cars. My mom used to say when I was a youngin’ riding along, I’d point out and name every single car that passed by. Growing up in the South, ridiculous old-school slabs and donks was a common sight.
Fortunately New York seems to have it’s fair share of heart shakers (not as many SLABBED out but more of the very-rare-vintage-in-perfect-condition-rich-man-collector types) to keep my head turnin’. I imagine the feeling I get when I see something like this is equivalent to how all those weirdos feel about Justin Bieber.
Salute to whoever owns this. Let’s be friends.