Resto-Mod Dream

The Resto-Mod Dream!

      You know just how much we all love our cars, most all cars!  True, we don't much care about Jay's wild interest in those old timey " Steamers", ah, each to their own.  Jay does have some very cool and very rare and very awesome cars too. We're much more into and focused on machines that sound thunderous when we fire 'em-up and look “bitchen" when we show up at events. If the car is cool and fun to look at and it can rattle the windows in our neighbors bathroom, yeah, then we begin to get excited. If its scary and stupid fast, then and only then, do we really start to enjoy the flavor much more. When it comes to "cool cars", we all become Boys again and the ladies, well they all become Goyles again. So, what's the big mystery here?
    
     We want to make it wild and more exhilarating for you to stomp on that carbon fiber covered gas pedal and have all hell break loose.  Something just sort of crazy happens!
It is like an instantaneous volcanic explosion and you're gettin' freaky sideways in a black cloud of desecrated Pirelli P Zero smoke.  Especially when you whip-it thru the turns, climb onto the freeway on-ramp, then stop the show a whole lot more quicker and a whole lot more straighter (with the way whole lot less foot pressure required), and then flip your air climate control switch on when you need to cool I down some.  Well, that is very cool, no- pun-intended. Cool is cool and you know while talking about being cool, how neat is it to know exactly where you are and exactly where you're heading?  So, while we're cooling down, how about dialing up your destination on your state-of-the-art in-dash navigation system?  Heck, all this and  it is nicely wrapped up in a Classic American Muscle Car!  The car we always wanted or always loved and always dreamed of owning some day during our "Stint" on the planet earth.  Is it the car we once owned, way back when you could still smoke in gin mills, but you deemed such a car way too impractical.... you know, the kids, the family obligations, the little league team, the cub scout pack.   Was that dream way too unreliable for all those responsibilities?  Lots of issues to deal with here, premium leaded fuels required, ineffective drum brakes, no AC, no room for the catchers equipment. There were thousands of honest to goodness reasons to be sure not to own one of these awesome cars back then!

     So, lets fast forward some twenty to thirty years and guess what?  The little cub scouts, girls scouts and field hockey stars have all grown-up and moved on to become doctors and lawyers and rocket scientist or major league pitchers. Hmmm, now your previously cluttered-to-the-roof " two car garage is now spacious " wish tank" and you still have high octane left in your tank, COOL!  You're our kind of car freak, because you miss it? You miss the rumble, the goose bumps and the vibrations.  That feeling ""Hey look at me!" You know, that feeling that winds it's way through your central nervous system at warp one and gets ignited immediately once you've hit the blast-off button on the dash of your classic Resto-Mod. All 600 horses coming to life simultaneously, producing an outrageous mechanical decibel barrage only a true car freak would appreciate, now that' cool.

      Yep, you bikers out there are probably cursing me as you read this and you're thinking "this moron has never fired-up a bitchin' 121 cu. in. Kick-Ass Vee Twin".  Not true. I do know it to be an equally totally awesome feeling.  When you grab a hand full of throttle and give a full Texas-Twist and the whole countryside quivers beneath you. Yeah, that's very insane, but think for a minute, that maybe, just maybe your sweetheart may not be feeling all that thrilled. Her be-hind sitting above the big fat Dunlop on your hog for the week-end cruise, may not be as appealing to her.  Even if it is to hear the crashing waters spilling over Niagara Falls, or to Music City to visit the Grand Ole Opry to listen to something others continue to believe is "country".

     Let's think about the options, the choices the alternative if you like. Bike ride for 400 miles or Resto-Mod for??? Yep! You're getting it! Think about wheeling your LS 7 powered '66 Super Sport on your extended weekend run to wherever. Thunder preaching to the world that you are indeed a genuine gear head, a known car freak and you've got a heater and Vintage air conditioning, tilt wheel to maneuver the quick ratio rack and pinion steering, four wheel 13" slotted and drilled disc brakes with six piston calipers nesting behind those three piece billet nineteens shod with the latest Pirelli P Zeros.  Yeah, this ride is beginning to sound like something that might have jumped the fence of the Insignia Auto stables in Erlanger, Kentucky.  I should know, Mike and I get to play and ride and drive 'em  almost anytime we get the urge to "let it all hang out", that is, if, and when, Patrice will give us the keys!

     So long for now, keep on keeping on, and drive safe! And be cool! Please realize that even though most all our vehicles create an awesome rumble, we always try to respect our friends along the way, on that highway to hell.! Catch us next time, bring some friends along for the ride, I promise to keep it under one hundred, say "bye".