So, I’m going to drive a 30 year old car across America…
Sounds pretty awesome, right? Sounds like something movies are made of, right?
Well, under certain circumstances, yes. Under my circumstances, heck yes.
In March of 2013 I decided to write a column about my lust for an old shark, a fantastically large two door monster of a coupe. Never in my wildest dreams, or nightmares for some intensive purposes, did I think one would flop right into my lap. I received an email from the west coast offering me a Shark – with one major hurdle to hop over – the entire span of the United States.