92stoccord
Big Member
I remember my dad had a chevy
C10, and I loved that thing. It was the shit. It was rusted to hell, and beat up, and so cool. It had a 454 in it, and when he was working on it in the summer, and my mom was at work on the weekends, we would get lunch and sit on the inner fenders and eat.
C10, and I loved that thing. It was the shit. It was rusted to hell, and beat up, and so cool. It had a 454 in it, and when he was working on it in the summer, and my mom was at work on the weekends, we would get lunch and sit on the inner fenders and eat.