Yours is a little younger than this one, but I suppose it will have to do.
Seriously, man. There will always be a place in your heart for the first car that’s truly yours and yours alone. (The language of your OP led me to believe that this is a first car. If this is not the case, you already know about the bond of the first car, and I extend my apologies for insulting your intelligence in this way. :)) Mine was an '82 Cutlass Ciera in “Sandstone” (really a sparkly orange). The fabric on the ceiling drooped down to kiss your hair and the seats didn’t move, but I loved it more than life itsself.
The 307’s a nice little engine. That’s what’s in my '71 Nova. It only has 14,000 (original) miles, so I can’t bring myself to throw it out and get a big-block…but as soon as it wears out, I’m putting in a 427
Feel the Noise
In the belly of “The Beast,” behind pressure-sealed doors and a blastproof windshield 3 inches thick, lies a 48-speaker, 175-decibel, 48,000-watt sound system eight times louder than a 747. Get ready to Rumble.
Anyone else think this was going to be about a really strange alcoholic beverage? Hell, Adam told me about his car yesterday and I still thought this was about the veggie drink.
Congrats, Adam! First cars are truly exciting. So, is your car’s official name “Ad Noctum’s V8 Ghetto Blaster,” or are you still playing with different ideas? (I like to call my car “The Turnip Truck.”)