Nothing wrong with a custom 2002. Blah blah blah stock this stock that blah blah. Sometimes you gotta just do what you want to make the car your own. This thing has been pushed and pulled to fit into the owner’s mold of his ideal car and he couldn’t be happier. No, I’m not making assumptions that the driver is, in fact, a he. He happened to come out of his house while I was visually molesting his car with my iPhone. Bobby doesn’t care about resale value or keeping a binder stocked full of original receipts and bills of sales, he claims that got thrown out at least five owners ago. He’s in this to “drive this thing into the ground.” He loves it and so do I. Keep on truckin’, Bobby.
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