Skip-Shift Saturdays: “My Ultimate Dream Car.” Written by Paolo Manalo
First of all, I just wanna say that I’m sorry for not writing any articles on Wednesday and Friday for I was away on a school retreat. Anyways, let’s get back to cars. This week on the occasional iteration of Skip-Shift Saturdays, I talk about a car that has always been at the top of my Dream Car List, and it’s not the BMW E39 ///M5 as people might think.
Dream Car. What would be the most basic definition of a “Dream Car”? Mine’s a two part definition:
- A car that’s so impractical, irrational and outrageous
- Something that you will choose over your girlfriend/wife
- Something that WILL make life worth living (if you’re a car guy)
As I was thinking of this, many cars came up from my childhood like the Jaguar XJ220, Lamborghini Diablo-SV and the McLaren F1. Those are good choices to go with but they don’t personally stick with me as well as one car, a car that has emotionally scarred me for the rest of my life and a car that it totally contrary to my “European Only” taste buds.
The 67’ Shelby GT500. Not just any GT500, it’s Eleanor from Gone in 60 Seconds with Nicolas Cage. That car to me can be described in two words: Pure Sex. It’s the pinnacle of Bad-Ass cars, cars that will make you shit your pants even though you have driven it like 30 times. On the other hand, it represents what American Muscle is all about:
- Being Bad-Ass
- Having a humongous/deafening motor in the front (V8 of course)
- Provides brute power
- Totally gas-guzzling (Fuck Prius’)
- A Wooden Steering-Wheel
I’m sure that there are many more characteristics that go along with American Muscle, but these are the ones that I think represent what being Bad-Ass is all about. With these cars, you wouldn’t really care about emission standards, getting the most fuel savings per mile or getting a huge load of groceries (save it for the RS4 Avant). With this, all you will care about is cruising in style from Point A to B and listening to the symphony of that American Cobra Jet engine. I can just imagine myself holding that wooden steering-wheel while wearing brown leather driving-gloves like Ryan Gosling from Drive.
By the time I get money, I don’t really know if I should buy a GT500 in mint condition or do some sort of barn find and restore it. My thinking is that a barn find would be more cost effective. Regardless, building something like this from the ground up (and to my specifications) would be a dream come true. From the every nut and bolt, bare frame, to re-assembling a Cobra Jet engine to perfection would definitely make my life complete. Time to get a job at a garage first, than I can start talking shit.
Over & Out ~ Paolo Manalo
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