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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Rescue Me and Love Me!




They call me The Beast, and I’m a 1972 Chevelle SS clone. I’ve had a great life, but my owner doesn’t have time to spend with me anymore, and has told me to find a new home. I currently face the humiliation of sitting in a cold storage area amongst recreational vehicles, boats, and trailers. My horsepower sits idle and untapped until my owner can find the time to come over and drive me. I fondly remember when he would drive me everyday and wave to all of the fans who adore me. I’m not only full of great memories; I create new ones everyday I’m allowed to drive wide-open on the highway, or when you take the time to upgrade me. I’m originally from down south, but now I’m titled and inspected in Pennsylvania and good to go.

I’m a middle-of-the-road classic. I’m not a heap or a show car; I’m a great driver. My appearance is fair to good, and my drive train is very good to great. My body and frame are solid, rust free, undercoated, and lacking in Bondo. My throbbing heart is a high output; four bolt 350, with a radical cam, headers, and a sweet sounding Flowmaster exhaust. I always fool people into thinking I’m powered by a 396 or a 454! Best yet, I have no pollution controls to rob my horsepower. My Tremec five speed transmission and drive shaft are only a year old, and my awesome 3.73 twelve bolt posi-rear was rebuilt at the same time. I have power front disc brakes and power steering, and drive straight, fast, and true. I have a new gas tank and suspension components, but my therapist says I should have my lower bushings replaced soon to keep me optimal. I do have a tiny power steering leak, but he says that’s pretty normal for a high performance classic of my vintage. I think my paint should be replaced at some point, but a good waxing will do for now. I have a little bit of rust on my trunk pan, wheels, and side view mirrors, but that’s pretty easy to get a handle on.

Please save me from a life of idleness and love me. My owner is willing to sacrifice me for $12,000 firm, as he has a lot of green and love invested in me on top of the $15,000 he paid for me. Cash is king, but he’ll consider certified checks or Internet escrow. If you're seriously willing to take me on, leave your email address for my owner. I would also like to thank my therapist, Uncle Cliff, of Cliff Froggatt’s Auto Service in Narvon PA (717-354-6376) for giving me expert care and upgrades when I’ve needed it. He’s not only a great auto therapist, he’s a great friend, singer, and a mechanical magician!






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Blogger Bee said...

Poor Beast. You sit caged, aching to feel the wind blow gently up over your hood. The cold seeping into your wheels and engine, your windshield blotched and dusty, just waiting for him to come and let you run free. To know that your freedom will be short-lived, that at the end of the day you will once again be caged and alone.

11:46 PM, January 26, 2008  

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