It's all go at at the creative think tank that is Amazo Towers, getting half an hour to pop out for some sushi and a green tea (OK, a packet of Nice n' Spicy Knick-Knacks and a Strawberry Ribena) is usually a luxury. But the other day, half an hour turned into more like two, when a Barracuda swam into view:
A 1967 A-body, Second Generation Plymouth Barracuda notchback, to be exact:
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| OK, forget the sushi and the Knick-Knacks; I had a kebab. satisfied??? |
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| No sign of Chernabog or bucket-wielding mops, but the car is pretty fantastic. |
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| Not the greatest picture quality, due to a 7-year old camera phone, but I think you get the idea it's a filler cap. Makes putting in Unleaded at £6+ per gallon and watching said gallon disappear approximately 20 miles later almost enjoyable. That and the V8 nomming it. |
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| Draws crowds wherever it goes. Which is a bit inconvenient going through the car wash. |
And as I was dribbling over the Barracudas lines, this turns up to ensure my tongue unravels to the floor like you see in the old cartoons; a B-Body First Generation Plymouth Satellite:
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| Now this stickerbombing I like. Works better than on a 'twat-look' VW |
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| So want this on a t-shirt! |
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| Black steelies and white lettering - very NASCAR |
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| Wasn't long before people started circling this Satellite. I'll get me coat... |
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| And as quick as he arrived, he was gone... |
The kebab is long forgotten, but I'll dine on the memory of this fine Mopar duo for a good long while.
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