I have come to realize that Shane...
is a true cocksucker and I don't mean that in a friendly "Gay greets Gay" kind of way.
I have been perfectly happy tootling around in my widdle bitty 107 but HE, the scumlicking asswipe, has to go around posting dicksplash pictures of his "tuna boats" and rekindle a long dormant flame.
It was a pleasant 45 degree/overcast day so I put the top down and a warm leather jacket on and went about the business of dealing with my errands.
Then I drove past this...
and God help me, I pulled in to look it over,
thanks to that fecking gobshite, Shane and his collection of automobiles.
"IT" is a 1974 Cadillac Fleetwood Talisman. The Talisman was a factory option that transformed an ordinary Fleetwood into 4 seat "personal car/limo". This particular model has the royal blue interior which is in PERFECT condition. Big poofy French whorehouse upholstery, SHAG, THAT'S RIGHT, I SAID SHAG carpeting (including the back seat footrests!) and lockable armrest storage consoles that you could hide a body in.
I didn't get pics inside but here are some I found and the color is correct.
Ordinarily, I would drive right past a land yacht of this vintage but since that excreable sproat Shane started flaunting his GM luxury vehicles, my curiosity was piqued.
The guy (mid 70's, the car was his father's daily driver 'til he passed this year) claimed to be the 2nd owner and the car was resprayed before they bought it. He replaced the vinyl roof after they acquired it. There is so much undercoating on it it reaches up into the door sill area.
472 cu.in. power plant cranked a bit and fired up. Sounds like an exhaust manifold leak somewhere. There's a bit of rust on the usual edges of a GM product. Everything works and he's asking $6K.
Shane, you ignorant pap smear, you will doubtless disavow all responsibility in the matter but when you look into the mirror, you cumbucket, at those impossibly high cheekbones of yours, just think of the anguish and suffering your assmunching automotive predilections have caused.
I barely escaped with my checkbook intact.
Shame, young man. Shame.