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I stand corrected; I guess they still exist.... Fans Against Gordon

Leave it to rednecks to come up with organization names with ridiculous hidden acronyms. I remember there being a big Fans Against Gordon movement when Jeff Gordon was winning things left and right years back because he wasn't a good ol' boy. It lasted a good long time too, so I'm guessing it took a while before someone finally realized what it spelled and looked up fag in the dictionary to see what it meant.

Dig the webasto sunroof, but not much else; enough beer and a Milwaukee Sawzall and maybe my buddy Nate's '89 Electra T-Type can end up the same way!

Can't believe nobody's suggested an RX7 yet; why pussy out and get an MX3 when you can have a rotary-powered rear wheel drive rocketship?

1949 Buick Roadmaster two-door sedanette fastback, brought back from a long and authenticated retirement (early 1960's license plate and inspection sticker if applicable still affixed to the car) from the middle of a cow pasture somewhere in the midwest. All interior and exterior trim and brightwork must be present, but tarnished. Bullet holes, broken and/or yellowed glass (with the exception of the driver's half of the windshield), and the kinds of dents that only come from run-ins with plains buffalo are not only acceptable but preferred. The more exterior paint that has been replaced by surface rust, the better; ideally I'd like to only be able to know what color the car was by opening the doors, the trunk, or the hood. Seats tattered enough to warrant the use of an old horse blanket to cover them, but not enough to have to worry about getting sliced by an old rusty spring. Original Fireball Eight and Dynaflow transmission would be carefully removed and placed on a pallet under a cover in the corner of the garage and replaced with a built up 401 Nailhead with dual quads or some funky tripower setup mated to a bulletproof 4-speed like a Borg-Warner T10 or a Muncie M22. Updated suspension and brakes, and a Grand National rear end. Skinny tires up front and the fattest tires the back can fit without having to have it tubbed on a set of straight but tarnished and pitted swap meet Cragar SS's. Wow, I really need to build that

So very, very, VERY true.

Southern New Hampshire would be good; ASSachusetts if you can afford it would be even better. Me and Sixty8 will show you where people have neat junk squirreled away in barns & backyards.

The Chevrolet Confederate?

Having trouble finding a picture, but I always thought a late 30's Lincoln Zephyr (not Mazda Zephyr) looked pretty cool; 1939 is the year that sticks out in my mind for whatever reason as having a really cool giant speedometer in the middle of the dash.

Just tell us why you're liquidating the Hawk collection already, dammit! Oh, and no on both questions

Sorry to disappoint you, mister Earl, but she ain't got a hood to look out over yet!

^^Just ran out into the garage to take a picture; glovebox doors aren't mounted, steering wheel's not refinished, and the car's got no interior, but it gives a better view of the gauge cluster, which is all done.

Please note that the '37 Packard dash has an early aftermarket turn signal setup mounted to the steering column; it's not factory.

They're taking your house eminent domain? That blows, especially after all that work. Make sure they pay you exactly what the place is worth!

1978 Saab 99S, 1980's Ferrari 308 GTS and a newer 360, 1965 Cadillac Coupe DeVille convertible, and a 1978 Pontiac Bonneville with 54,000 original miles. Very cool.

I'm a big fan of the dashboard in my father's 1937 Packard Super Eight model 1500 touring sedan, even in its unfinished state. Great looking cluster in the center, with driver and passenger gloveboxes and the optional "banjo" steering wheel. Fantastic.

'Atta boy, Satty; he's a handsome little dude! Best of luck to you and your other half with the new addition to the family!

Um, razor, in the only post I have made thusfar on the subject, all I really did was toss in my two cents about why I personally have no interest in owning a Jaguar; an opinion I have formulated primarily by talking to past and present owners, seeing them worked on, and in some cases even working on them myself. I don't remember telling anybody they were a piece of $h! because their opinions weren't exactly like mine. If that were the case, I'd hate anybody that didn't have a 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme sedan squirreled away in their friend's side yard! After working on my friend's '94 XJ6, another acquaintance's XJS, seeing various models being fixed in my father's body shop for the past decade, and hearing horror stories from damn near every XK8 owner I've ever talked to, one of which had been a Jaguar owner for thirty years previous to owning his '98 XK8 (the car that ended his unwavering allegience to the brand), I was definitely not impressed by their mechanical and structural quality, but do find the vast majority of them to be extremely aesthetically pleasing. You couldn't pay me to own in its current state my friend's '94 XJ6, a car I have spent many an hour working on to keep running in spite of the marque's notorious electrical gremlins, among other things, but I can definitely tell you I never get tired of looking at it; it's gorgeous. This leads me to the only statement I made that really warranted a response, which was when I asked if somebody would please explain to me why everybody feels that British marques such as Jaguar have a sort of aura surrounding them and where they get this great reputation from, because I don't get it. Looks can only account for so much if the damn thing's not gonna run on a rainy day, y'know? I gave my opinion about Jaguar as a whole, and am now asking anybody that wants to take the time to do so to field a response that might help me to see the issue in a way I previously couldn't or wouldn't. How does that translate to "stooping to complete insults, folklore and total disrespect?"

How about a '94 Chevrolet Lumina Euro with hood pins? This piece of $h! showed up to work the other day and I snapped a photo because it was so goddamn ridiculous.

For me, Jaguar is the one marque I really have not the slightest desire to own. Call me old-fashioned, but there's just something about not being able to drive my car when the dew point spikes up that doesn't come across as appealing to me. Sure, I'd love to have an old XJS hard top, but not before having a nice Tuned Port 350 sitting on a stand in the corner of the garage and a new wiring harness to replace the V12 and fantastic electrical systems british cars have long been noted for; the saying "Lord Lucas, Prince of Darkness" isn't for nothing, y'know. Princess Diana giving back the XJS she got from Jaguar for free because it was such a piece of $h! in favor of a Mercedes SL500 is also a testament to their superior quality, as well as the quality of other British makes; none of which she chose. This old Jag's sitting outside the front gate of a junkyard not five miles from my house, the picture taken not even a week ago, with this thread in the back of my mind as the only reason to make me stop and snap a quick photo. And to be perfectly honest, the triple bronze '79 Lincoln Town Coupe down in the back row of the yard breaks my heart being there more than this thing does, and it's a f@#king Ford. Can someone please explain to me what's behind the aura that people think a British car has, because I sure as hell do not see it.

What about the Super Duty '61 Catalinas, which had the GTO beat by four years? I realize the GTO was much more mainstream, but not all of the special Catalinas went to race, y'know. An aluminum nose and a tripower setup on a 389 or 421 in one of these cars seems infintely more sleeper to me than a first year Goat.

Good luck to its not being yours; I have a couple friends around your age that either have or will be having kids and their lives are pretty much over, sorry to say. If worse comes to worse, though, the three of you could always go on Maury to see who the father is. Not the father dance Let's hope you're the one that's able to dance like this!

Thanks for the sig, sir!

The '68 Electra 225 convertible is beautiful; wish I had the money. Definitely high up the list of cars I'd like to own some day. I'm all about the '59 LeSabre flat top too, but I'd feel like a dick to buy one before Sixty8 ever did. Speaking of Sixty8, you down for a road trip to Albany? Trade the Super 88 straight up!