Don't judge me, I actually owned a box Caprice once...
Back to the task at hand, we were talking about a 1987 Chevy Caprice:
Survey the contents of the packaging:
Engine and door panels installed:
One-piece front seat, nothing more:
Black or chrome, black or chrome?:
Let's go with black, mount some tires on them and load them up with brakes:
Put the exhaust on:
Slide the body on the frame and take pics:
Now GET BACK IN THAT BOX!!!:
Also, make note that this one is slammed and on what appear to be equivalent to 20" wheels, not raised and cooned up on 28". If I was to get another Caprice, this would be close to what it is, only not this color.
This is one that has been up for debate for many years. We’re to understand that Santa already had
his reindeer fleet set to go, and all of a sudden another one shows up out of nowhere with a
bright red nose? Nah dawg, that ain’t
how the story went. It CAN'T be. Today, I am here to
lay it out for real.
We readily believe that Santa handles his Christmas duties every year
with the same 8 reindeer; Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen… Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen (admit it, you sang that shit, didn't you?). All of a sudden, after 100 years there is a
new reindeer at the North Pole? HOW LONG
WAS THIS DUDE THERE?!!? And to make the story just a little more juicy, how about the fact that one that no one was allowed to see or hear of him from the beginning of the Santa Claus story in 1839 to the discovery of Cocaine in the late 1850s and then still remaining COMPLETELY hidden until the story they…
Okay, when we left
you last month I was a little over two thirds of a million dollars up in the game,
less the cost of one used Subaru Impreza and various fuel supplies. All cash, all under the table money. Wasn’t much worried about the tax man coming
for me since they would have to PROVE a case and ain’t nobody in the whole
organization equipped to believe I got a magic bag of coal from a failed
attempt to rob Santa Claus.
my January research, I was lucky to have made my big money plays first. As I look back on this shit as it happened, I
probably should have called that good enough and invested what I had made and
lived nicely for the rest of forever. I
knew that I would hear from the transportation museums in three and six months
respectively and those drives would become residual income. They were privately buying fuel-grade
anthracite that I couldn’t sell to industry for the reasons that the initial and continued shift from coal
was a cost and transportabili…