1971 Plymouth GTX
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When we talk about the first generation of muscle cars, sooner or later, the conversation turns to some degree of sheer marvel that young people could actually afford these things when they were new. Add the "Day Two" phenomenon to it and we all just shake our heads and say something that starts wit...
About Hi, I'm Alex, I live in Brisbane on the east coast of Australia, and I love muscle cars, well actually anything with a motor tied to it, Street Machines, Hot Rods, Kustom Kulture, sports, The Fast & the Furious imports and stock original muscle, we all come under the umbrella of car enthusiasts. Normal everyday people just don't get it, the automotive zombies that use a car just for transporting them from A to B. It is so much more, your pride and joy, the smell of the upholstery as you open the door, the feel of the seat as you get in it, the grasp, the texture of the gear stick in your hand, the turn of the key in the ignition, the burble and roar of the engine as you fire it up, the sensation of freedom you feel as you back out the driveway, the eagerness you have driving your chariot, your passion down the road. The pleasure and certainty you have taking off, absconding with your vehicle far away from the every day, the worries and stress you leave behind. We capture, guard and enjoy a nostalgic piece in time every opportunity we get to leave the garage and do this. The euphoria of cutting loose, escaping mediocrity, hitting the road, going where your heart desires, just you and your machine because "it's not the destination, the journey is the destination"! Then when you find a partner or companion with a hunger and craving as voracious as you have, the desire, the thirst of all things automotive, Nothing and I mean NOTHING comes even close to this exhilaration of abandonment, when you can share this obsession, this adventure with another, who has the same enthusiasm as you do. To experience those long drive's on a starry night side by side, be captivated by the same encounter, cruising till the sun comes up, that is to live! Love the beast. Hope you enjoy my blog. *No copyright infringement is intended*
…and “Social Distancing” the Zombie Apocalypse Nothing says America like saddling-up a ton and a half pickup and riding the fence line against the blood-stained sun to protect the homestead f…
