This is my ride.
"With a good set of winter tires, it’s a tank on the snow."
"It goes through everything, deep mud, rocks, sand, no problem."
"It’s still a monster off the stoplight."
"For all Saabs, you have to be willing and able to work on it yourself."
"It didn’t run, the paint was faded, interior pieces were missing, the carburetor needed to be rebuilt, and there was no exhaust."
I will never forget that summer day she pulled into our driveway. The car was a work of art.
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.