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In 1957, the Chevy Bel Air was one of the sharpest vehicles to hit the showroom floor. It boasted many sought-after options, including a 283 cubic inch engine with a Super Turbo-Fire carb; full power steering, brakes, windows, and seats; plus for the on-the-go businessman, an electronic shaver that plugged into the dash.
“Life got in the way of drag racing and I wound up parking the car in the garage where it served mostly as a shelf. I got plenty of offers on it over the years, but I thought it fit pretty well in there, so that’s where it stayed.”
Every car guy has a story about the one that got away. You know, the Tri-5 in the old barn off of the highway, or the 40-year-old creampuff the nice lady down the street sold to someone else for $500.00. It can keep you awake at night.
When most kids were playing in sandboxes, Scott Benson was playing in an old truck cab that his dad, Don, brought home and put in the backyard for him.
You know what they say: if you want something done right, then you have to do it yourself. And if you’re Rich Schneider, that goes double when you’re talking about street rods.
Check out John Susong’s time machine. The spectacular 1964 Plymouth Sport Fury doesn’t have a flux capacitor, but its race-ready Hemi has the power to transport John from one end of the dragstrip to the other—in a seriously short span of time. “I wanted a 10-second machine I could drive on the street, and I didn’t want to carry a screwdriver in my back pocket just to keep the darn thing running,” explains the Ohio native.
Inspiration can strike suddenly like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. Just ask Gary Hoffman.
Over 600,000 Mustangs were produced in 1966, and you won’t find a single one that’ll compare to Greg Hoffman’s ’66 fastback. It combines classic and late-model styling so well that you’d swear it’s a concept that Ford has kept secret. Originally slated for a complete restoration, this Mustang was saved by a smoking deal and good ol’ fashioned creativity.
Cracklin' Rosie get on board, we’re gonna ride till there ain't no more to go…
Wanna make jokes about the color of Al Stacko’s award-winning ride? You’d best bring your A-game material, friend, because he has heard them all and emerged unflustered.