My son has taken a tongue-in-cheek approach to the car. He’s broke, so there’s only so much he can do. It’s purple and he’s managed, by bartering services for goods, to put in a serious stereo (heavy on the baaAAaase!), LED lights in the windows, tinting, and a dozen other little things that are stupid funny.
Eyebrows do raise when a skinny little white boy steps out.
My husband is in Afghanistan right now and, about three months ago, we bought him a matching-numbers, ‘65 Ford Falcon that we’re in the slow, agonizing process of restoring. When we’re done, it’ll be a high-gloss black exterior with a black interior.
We’ve got about half a dozen 18-21 year old young men crawling all over it and they are having fun. (The car was just towed off so one young man could do the paint job at his place.)
The finishing touch will be the installation of pressure switches in the trunk and under the hood. When you open the trunk you’ll hear a man screaming like crazy, punctuated with “help! help! let me out! AAAAArugh!!!”
When you open the hood you’ll hear, “Dave... What are you doing Dave?...”
It’s a good thing that my husband has a great sense of humor! ;-)
And yes, when we give him the car we’re going to also present him with black sunglasses and a fedora.
LOL!
OMG....I LOVE you guys!
You guys sound like fun.....wish I were your neighbor! :)