I supposed to be working on my carbon footprint. What with global warming, emissions control, gas prices and lots of other issues to consider.
But--and you gotta hear me here--I love cars!
This is a confession everyone who knows me understands.
For example: Any takers for this Chevy?
The company, n2a Motors, is planning a production run of about 100 vehicles.
This baby sits on a Corvette C6 chassis, front styled like a '57 Chevy (classic), side like a '58 (transitional year to the two-headlight look), rear like a '59 (wings and outer space!).
Hence the designation "789".
You can own this two-seater for a cool $135K.
I know, I know.
Poverty, hunger, mounting need around our world. I'm committed, I tell you, I really am. And, just here I am not joking at all. Obviously, I'll never own a vehicle like this one.
So, I suppose this is a confession of my struggle, a plea for intervention, a cry for mercy! God have mercy on my soul!
I love cars and the art they bring to life. I mean, this is a work of beauty. Can't you see it?
I guess I am just incurably materialistic.
Maybe my struggle and my agony have something to do with my birthday being in 1950. What do ya think?