So a couple weekends ago this olelongrooffan blew off the Coke Zero 400 and headed out to a RatRod show at a local speakeasy and grabbed a few images to share with my fellow Hoons. Well as most of you know by now, often times the cool shit is really in the parking lot and that day was no exception.
As I was gathering up this image, these folks had seen more tattoos than they could handle and were heading on down the road.
The two dudes sitting by this Businessman’s Coupe bade them farewell and went back to trading stories about the way things used to be.
I saw this 53 post and thought of my grandpa, Man, who had one back before this olelongrooffan even knew what a 53 Chevy was. The first car I remember Man owning was a 56 Belair post sedan. Two tone green, light on top, dark on bottom with dog dish Chevy hubcaps.
There was this pretty neat 57 hardtop to round out the almost tri 5 trio. I guess this must have undergone paint recently as it did not possess one badge. Well, I guess paint because I didn’t see Ms. Murilee Martin anywhere in sight.
And last but not least was the drag Camaro. I was standing there as it pulled out onto Nova Road. He gunned the accelerator and almost lost the rear end. Most of the guys in the crowd started laughing and the few women stood there with their hands over their mouths, almost scared for the guy.
My first thought was listening to NASCAR on the radio, yes, I do, and having an announcer mention Dale, Jr. was almost sideways going down the backstretch to only later see a replay on youtube and laugh at that description.
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