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When it comes to American Muscle Cars, you have your 3 big names: GM, Dodge, and Ford. Then you can break it down to the variety of models made by each: The Camaro, Trans-Am, Charger, ‘Cuda, and then you have the Mustang. From person to person you’ll find differences in where these names rank on a list. I’m not sure when it happened, or why, but before John was enjoying a “casual” drive in one at an airport runway, before Sean was dropping an RB motor in one, before Memphis was boosting one, the Mustang was always my go-to choice for the best muscle car.
(Bonus points if you can name the movies.)
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There’s a love/hate relationship I have with writing, as with most of my hobbies at this point. I love how sometimes things just click and I know exactly what I’m going to write about when I finish up with the feature shoot, but most of the time I put it off to the end. By this point I’ve stared at these cars for countless hours, zoomed in at over 200% in Photoshop making sure pixels that nobody else but myself might even care to think about are “perfect”. And then I sit down and I start replaying things in my head that the owners and I talked about, picking up little snippets of a conversation that can snowball into something bigger – something that I hope ties into everything and most importantly, is relatable. That’s my process so far, is there a better way? Definitely. Will I learn? Big ol’ “nah”.
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