Wants!

Working at a gas station is dangerous. For my wallet, that is. We have these cool veteran market magazines.
Look what I found yesterday. A 1966 VW Transporter. I'd love to have one of these. Never mind the fact that I can't even chance a tyre, I want one!
My parents had one when they first got together, and as dad likes to tell me, I was made in one.
Too much information, no shit.
But it doesn't change the fact that the transporter kicks ass.

Those veteran market mags are too full of temptations... For a girl who loves the 50s - 60s car designs. Help... For instance this Cadillac De Ville. Now if that had been a cab with black/white cow print interiour I would have been in serious trouble.