Livery for E.L. James' next cliché-filled, trashy chic novel "Fifty Shades of AMC" . . . .
[Slutty moron Anastasia "Ana" Steele is back . . . this time where she meets a mysterious geezer, Nash Mason , at the auto parts store where she now works.
Nash attempts to purchase trunions, ignition points, and a torque ball for something called a "Rambler." Sadly, the parts weren't in the computer and Ana has no idea what Nash was jabbering on about.
But she's a sucker for antique rogues in grey jumpsuits. And she couldn't help but get strangely tingly when Nash waxed on about his "Red Ball Express Javelin" and a racy website he frequented called "Bangshift."
Soon Ana finds herself deeply immersed in the top-secret AMC subculture and in "bondage" to a smokin' hot SC360 Hornet . . . .]
“Collar does have slight soiling around the collar.” Now that's a deal-killer . . . .
That's great!
Editor-at-Large at...well, here, of course!
"Remy-Z, you've outdone yourself again, I thought a Mirada was the icing on the cake of rodding, but this Imperial is the spread of little 99-cent candy letters spelling out "EAT ME" on top of that cake."
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