This is my ride.
On the freeway, when it’s raining, water shoots into the cabin. But I don’t care.
At 4,200 rpm, the twin turbos kick in, then you take it all the way to 9,500 rpm, with the engine screaming.
“Land Rover: Turning drivers into mechanics since 1948.”
The story of my 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am project.
It’s only going to get cooler the older it gets.
The right-hand drive is always the first thing people notice.
Behold the black beauty.
Here's what happened when I googled "convertible truck."
I came home from the hospital in it. Twelve years later, I learned how to drive it. And since then, I've pretty much never had anything else.
"He showed me the original title that the probate judge signed in 1973. I knew the judge's son."
I had it painted back to the original brown—my dad hates it, but I love it.
The car that taught me how to get my hands dirty.
Keeping it in the family.
The pride and joy of Jeff and Harley Hall.