bob palma

“I offer a tip of the old Stetson to hobbyists who restore and maintain their vehicles… warts and all.”

When did you last mistake a 1959 Chevrolet for a 1959 Ford? Or a laser-emblazoned 1971 Ranchero GT for a competition-striped 1971 El Camino SS? Doesn’t the absurdity of those questions validate a primary reason we like old cars and trucks; their distinctive style? Too often today, we must examine the “H”