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(⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️RANT/VENT WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️)
You know whatOne day I’m GOING to own an American 1970s luxury car. I don’t give a flying fuck what it takes I’m going to get that damm car. I don’t give a damm if it’s a buick or a lincoln, I NEED that v8 rumble and flicky flacky clicky clacky switches and knobs and dials and levers and the wood and chrome trim and the leather and the big ass steering wheel and the soft bouncy cloudy comfy suspension and the quad headlights
I don’t give a fuck if I have to scavenge junkyards for parts to build or I have to buy it or some shit
I want me that big automotive incarnation of my mama’s love with the power of my daddy’s strength
Okay I’m happy now






Hehe big land boat buttons go clicky clacky
the only reason im trying to be rich is to own a 1971 Chevrolet Nova, no matter the cost.
just get a tesla smh
They don’t have no damm chrome clicky clacky levers and pull out headlight switches and rumbling bumbling V8S
And ifs I’ms gonn have a touch screen in ma car it gonn be from that 1980s buick