Lamborghinis don’t excite me unless I’m driving one. I see them a bit too much around my hometown of Los Angeles, especially as rental cars for wannabe flex-lords cruising up and down Melrose Avenue.
Back before there was the Internet, or even big car-parts chain stores, there was the JC Whitney catalog. Printed on cheap, pulpy paper and featuring tens of thousands of tiny, hand-drawn ...
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