Learned ta park a ’55 Chevrolet, clutch, no power steerin’. Sher as hell don’t wanna park or drive that thing now. A pure PITA like that Mercury in close quarters I think. That stuff makes my ’65 ‘Bird seem nimble.
Anything I could have of the larger cars, gas no issue.
A late, out of production Caprice, two door. Totally tuned suspension with tires that match it. I mean one that tries to throw ya outtah the car when ya put it in a turn it sticks so well. Love the stiff ride.
A 427 all balanced with a supercharger that’d give, say, ten ta twelve pounds of boost. The strongest automatic transmission I could get that was street compatible. A cam that’d take that without shakin’ the fillin’s out yer teeth when it idles. When I shut the door with the window up I want it quiet.
Black on black. Power everything with an A/C that’d freeze the b_lls off a polar bear. A stereo system what makes ya think yer there.