1930 Plymouth Rat Rod

Imagine cruising through the trailer park in this weapon of mass destruction. Never in your life has a single consumer purchase made you so appealing to the opposite sex. Women swoon uncontrollably at its deafening roar, and faint at the thought of one day sitting in its passenger seat, eyes wide as you heroically blast towards your destination – their heart. I immediately grew a mustache upon taking it for a spin. This fire-breathing dragon will do a (barely controllable) 100+mph but drives comfortably with one hand on the wheel at 70mph. It’s like an episode of the Deadliest Catch, without the crabs


1930 Plymouth Rat Rod
1930 Plymouth Rat Rod
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The Exterior: Behold the mighty “Shock and Awe” campaign on four wheels. Several hours, countless beers and yards of knuckle skin went into the planning and creation of this monstrosity. None of those hours were wasted doing anything productive to the exterior. Windshield and Windows: NEITHER. Get ready to breathe some fresh air, and let the wind blow through your glorious beard ”What if it rains?” Any man who drives this beast doesn’t give a spat about rain. Not even skin melting acid rain.


354 Cubic Inch Hemi
354 Cubic Inch Hemi
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The Chassis and Suspension: What’s more American than Apple Pie and Freedom? A bagged, nuclear powered Hemi sedan with cantilever suspension. That’s what. Lovingly carved from a single mammoth chunk of cold rolled American steel. The mad scientists at Industrial Chassis created this bizarre yet tranquil creature in a perverse scientific experiment using Solidworks and Multicam CNC machine.


1930 Plymouth Rat Rod Interior
1930 Plymouth Rat Rod Interior
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The Engine: Just like all American classics, it consumes dead dinosaurs in an effort to become less eco-friendly and burn up the last of the world reserves of oil. If your other car is a Prius, or some other solar-powered liberal-mobile… Sorry it’s not for sale. The Transmission: This pedal fest of red white and blue Americana has an automatic transmission; not a manual…shifting is for poor people! You might not be able to drag your neighbor’s Mustang on the big end, but you’ll have plenty of time to steal his girl while he’s busy manscaping his eyebrows.


1930 Plymouth Rat Rod
1930 Plymouth Rat Rod
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The Exhaust: Straight lake pipes tame this stallion. It screams like a death row inmate in a botched execution. If you suffer from low T, you can install the baffles for less of a multi-sensory experience but still epic adventure. The Wheels and Tires: This car has both. The Stereo System: Nothing except the deafening roar from 8 cylinders of sweet hemispherical suppressed rage. Interior: It has an actual keyed ignition; unlike the ‘lazy good-for-nothing’ ignition button pushers of today, red-blooded Americans in 1930 used to have to turn a key to light that candle. It also comfortably sleeps two homeless people. Steering wheel: You’ll need this…. and it’s included. Heat and Air Conditioning: No! It’s not a day spa.