1957 Chevy - Quick Silver

Buying an unfinished project is always fraught with pitfalls; unless the seller built the car with a detailed build record up to that point, you're usually buying a mystery waiting to be solved, usually with money. Chuck in a few previous owners adding to the broth and you're usually on course for a half-cooked disaster.
The '57 Chevy 210 pictured is possible even worse than that scenario; a megabucks road/race car built by a person with more money than talent, resulting in a untamed animal best parked in the garage. But, the current owner (Ben Thomas) soon realised that this Tri-Chevy turd would need completely rebuilding to realise the potential that was fermenting under the all-steel body. It's now a vision of trackday terror that no doubt makes people do a double-take when this tuff machine fills their rear-view mirrors with a 'get outta my way' attitude.
More info here, and take the time to read the captions to the pictures on the link; this is one fully-resolved street-legal racer with a ton of great mechanical highlights.

- Amazosan

At The Sharp End

A 2012 '57 Chevy - Cloning Without The Side Effects

A 2012 Tri-Chevy? A brand new Bel Air you can drive straight off the showroom floor?
Well, not quite. Let Mr Fabulous (sitting in for Amazo-san and keeping those unruly whelps known as Team Amazo in check) extrapolate. Or Is that interpolate?
In the US, you can get brand new '55-'57 Chevy bodies and chassis; no poncing about with rusty old tin and 40-odd years of eveyone else's' bodges, just add engine, running gear, paint and interior. This particularly fine gasser example has a 396ci big-block Chevy V8 and Muncie four-speed 'box (hope you've done your gymwork before changing gear, they ain't called 'rock crusher' boxes for nothing); even the straight tube front end is all brand-new off the shelf goodness.
I know, I know, some of you will mutter that it's cheating and its not how the game should be played, but I'd rather be cruising over Chelsea Bridge yonder on a balmy Saturday night in this mean machine than be up to my neck in welding rods and ferrous oxide in a one-bulb garage.
See some hot cloning action with not a sheep in sight, here.