The 1979 Chevrolet Caprice, in a shade of completely inoffensive sandy tan, with a whorehouse red interior and flat-disc hubcaps. Can you feel yourself transported back thirty years, when these cars were EVERYWHERE? Cops had ’em. Taxi companies loved ’em. Demo derby guys were taking these things out like cattle farmers with an order from McDonald’s in their hand, yet they just kept coming. I owned two of these things before I turned 16, both coupes, and I would happily take on another, they are that good. But time waits for no man or car, and it must be said…good B-body Chevrolets are starting to thin out on the ground. And that’s what makes this beauty rolling up to the box all the better. It’s not restored…look carefully and you’ll find the age on this car. But it isn’t some back-of-the-field find that is following the “LS Shitbox” recipe card line-by-line, either. Outside of the drag radials in the rear fenderwells and the exhaust note that has more low-down menace than your dad warning you to get your act straight when you’re in church, this is just a well-kept 1979 Caprice. Just one that has the muscle to beat you stupid when you decide to act up.

Nice.