Those hot-rod guys *are* just hanging out with their cars... they aren't going to tear-ass in a line of 40 cars, then stop somewhere and race... they're just going to eat some burgers, look at some carburators, then go home and hump their fat wives.
That's some funny shit there. Until of course, the day comes we're not as young as we use to be and we do the samething ourselves.
I hope I own a '41 Willy with a blown big block and some fat ass meats tucked under the ass end. Oh yeah, and a flame piant job LOL.
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