THE BOOK OF REVVIN’LATION
WITH RESTOMOD CARS, AS YOU ARE PERHAPS noticing in our pages lately, we often take pains to point out that a car’s starting point may have been dire. It had an unknown history. Or it had been languishing in a moist field for the better part of a decade or three. Or the quarters were rotten up to the top of the rear window. Or it was on its third engine and second transmission. Or a lifetime of hard launches buckled the structure at the B-pillar and popped the windshield out. We say these things so that you, gentle reader, may feel better — to salve the burn that one of the dwindling numbers of vintage steel was torn asunder just because.
Well, get thee behind me, purists; turn away now, lest the accusatory among us light the torches, grab the pitchforks, and storm the Nine Circles.
“This car was originally a Mach 1,
