Oh. Holy shit.
So a new car found its way to my mom's house. All by itself >.>
Oh. My God. '69 Mercury Marauder X100. Apparently there are only about 170 of the creatures left in existence, of which maybe half are in any kind of salvageable shape. This one is /gorgeous/. Holy shit. Holy shit. Pics tomorrow, but holy shit.
I WANT one.
This:
...is it.
*drool*
It's gold, with that gorgeous matte black trunk. The thing looks like it will /cut/ you. It sounds like a minor deity growling. It made my panties damp. Mom says it'll never get to the will; she's taking it with her when she goes. Dad's new catchphrase, as he was allowed to buy this lovely beast: "How high?" Status quo of mom's household: maintained. Amusement level of children and Joy-in-law: maximum.
Oh. My God. '69 Mercury Marauder X100. Apparently there are only about 170 of the creatures left in existence, of which maybe half are in any kind of salvageable shape. This one is /gorgeous/. Holy shit. Holy shit. Pics tomorrow, but holy shit.
I WANT one.
This:
...is it.
*drool*
It's gold, with that gorgeous matte black trunk. The thing looks like it will /cut/ you. It sounds like a minor deity growling. It made my panties damp. Mom says it'll never get to the will; she's taking it with her when she goes. Dad's new catchphrase, as he was allowed to buy this lovely beast: "How high?" Status quo of mom's household: maintained. Amusement level of children and Joy-in-law: maximum.