1974 Dodge W200. Mostly, some 77, some 79, Some other shit.

Plow, cause who don’t like plows, lots of zip ties, plastic gas line that could kill me at any time, wrong rear end, cobbled up shitty exhaust that I patched with soup cans.

It’s an ol piece of shit, but it’s a fuckin heavy shipping crate with a leaky ass 77 360 motor. Timing chain is worn out so it flops more than pamala Anderson’s tits in a bikini, but it fires about every third cylinder. It’s noisy as fuck, but it pissed the Trump hating libtard neighbor off, so I make sure to keep it real quiet... NOT! In fact I took the fuckin muffler off yesterday,