Gasser Is a Gas

The words to describe the awesomeness of this car have not been invented yet. The paint. The straight front axle. The headers. The whitewall cheater slicks. The chromed stealies. The "Colored Waiting Room" sign on the tranny tunnel (that's a funny piece of vintage signage, wonder where he found that). The antenna through the fin. It all fucking rules. It's what Satan would drive. He'd drive up to a bunch of little pussies with their ugly too–big mags and low profile tires and beat the shit outa them, then take their chicks.