From humble beginnings… come trucks that will blow your doors off. This is the 1991 GMC Syclone. In particular, this is one of 10 Marlboro Syclones. And, like an increasing number of cars showing up at the Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering, it’s for sale. So you’ll have to be happy with the dealer and wiki info in the links, because they’re not paying me to hype this thing. As S-10s go though, this is way better than my dad’s.Continue reading
This is class circa the disco years. Not Tony Manero class – more like Rocky’s mobster boss or Ted Baxter. Twenty-two feet of deliciously tacky yellow and tan. I loved and hated these cars – so cushy and quiet and floaty, but so ponderous and grotesquely overwrought. Bench seats and column shifters make up for a lot when it’s date night, I can tell you that.
We love these cars so much we’ll shoot o0ne that’s waiting at the repair shop.
When your friend Fred has a friend Fred who sells cars in Paw Paw or some other little wide spot in the road near the highway. It’s not like anything will get weird on a test drive.
Maturity can be fleeting, but fortunately it self-triggered when coming into some curves a bit too hot, and also when car salesman Fred suggests you turn over the keys to actual potential buyer Fred.
What we haven’t seen? A one piece slant nose like this. No seams. Also, no bumpers. Is that all?
[Ed.: Wait for it…]
Let’s go around back. Holy f—Continue reading