RagtopBuick66

There was a time when you knew what you were sitting in by the gauge cluster, what was coming at you by the grille, and what had just passed you by the tail lights. Cars were as exhilarating to look at as they were to drive, designed and built by talented American workers. Sadly, today car manufacturers produce cookie-cutter, computer and sensor-driven, disposable CRAP... I'm bringing back the beasts. They're made of steel and drink gasoline. They reek of scorched rubber and burnt grease, and cackle through glasspacks as they leave your Prius in a cloud of carbon. They are the pride America was built on, the bond between fathers and sons, and icons of better times. Showered by blistering molten steel, covered in ancient grease, and bleeding from every knuckle on both hands; This is how I choose to live. I am a mechanic of mechanical things, caretaker of the beasts. Long live the beasts...