So this is what they looked like when they actually rolled out of Springfield. This ’39 Injin is pure class, through and through. And no, that’s not some old rich guy riding it because his mechanic told him to get it out of the garage once a year, that’s a 24 year-old with perhaps more style than horsepower, whose other car is… well… this. But hey, this thing is purely for thundering around town looking for trouble and not dragging off greens with the rest of the Ruff Riders.
The owner traded it, straight-up, for a pre-war roadster and hasn’t looked back yet. Check the custom shift-knob and hidden leather pouch behind the plate. 2 of about 40 personal touches the owner tweaked within 24 hours of ownership. It was like the water-in-the-cup scene in Jurassic Park when this guy came down the street toward the shop. You know the engine is tuned just right when everyone has to grab their cups of joe to keep them from spilling as he pulled up onto the sidewalk to park. “Oh, is this spot taken?”