
As soon as I whipped out the camera, homeboy was GONE. Like, GTFO gone.

I took a picture of this because, well... Hell, I dunno WHY I took a picture of this POS, other than to marvel at the fact that it actually still runs.

Snapped this at Barrett-Jackson a few weeks ago. Someday, I *will* own a 1977 Trans Am. And grow an epic mustache.


Sometimes, when you find yourself needing a truck, but all you have is a Caprice Classic Estate Wagon, and all the kids are grown, and the Sawzall hasn't been used much...


...and finally, my neighbor's truck. It's retarded. He parks it in front of the house, and the roof is even with the 2nd-floor windowsills.








