This was my hot rod. I bought it when I was sixteen. It was killed 34 years ago when two drunks on a Harley attempted to drive through the trunk into the back seat going 100 mph. They successfully accomplished the feat, nearly killing themselves, my brother and me. I kept it all these years, finally recognizing it wasn't my car's fault. I decided it suffered enough, so it is now in my brother's shop where it has been completely deconstructed and will be reconstructed, back to it's former glory. It will also have an incredible "before" photo and unique history behind it once it is done. Btw, the black paint you see is what remains of 30 coats of hand rubbed lacquer that I'd put on the car back in high school.