The dented rear fender from prom night ’77. The cigarette burn from a drunken night at the disco on new years ’80. The scratch down the passenger door from shopping kart bowling on a warm night in ’83. The stories these survivors tell through their scars and battle wounds get silenced during a restoration, and the soft whispers of debauchery fall on deaf ears under a glossy coat of candy. As important as looking the look, is walking the walk, and these original beaters do just that. They don’t need to boast of crate motor swaps and braided chrome hoses to prove their worth. They don’t need a binder filled with dates and numbers resting on the backseat to assure their pedigree. No, their history is written in their bubbles and scratches, their dents and their dings. It’s those imperfections that make these cars truly perfect and one of a kind.