In the bustling heart of Chicago, where deep-dish pizzas are thicker than a Chicago accent, something peculiar is cruising down the streets. Picture this: a classic muscle car, so polished it might make your reflection look better than reality. It’s not just any car; it’s a time machine on wheels, flashing back to an era when seatbelts were optional and hair was as big as the dreams. If this car could talk, it’d probably say, “Get in, we’re going on a joyride from the past!”
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