Ah, the C3 Vette. Loved by 80s enthusiasts around the world and known for its mako-shark looks, the C3 generation Corvette (1968-1982) splits the styling gap between the timeless C2 and bland C4. From a price perspective a used C3 was a bargain by the late ’80s and many went under the customizer’s knife…or hatchet. Of course, criticizing those customs is un-American and will land you in re-education camp. Find this 1968 Chevrolet Corvette custom currently bidding on ebay for $13,000 reserve-not-met with 7 days to go, located in Clifton, NJ.
Great shooting brakes Batman, it’s another breadV3tte! Actually, this one uses some flying buttress style C-pillars to emulate a shooting brake shape without enclosing the rear into the passenger compartment. Odd that the rear glass is removable (per the seller), and this thing is really close to being a Breadvetteamino…which would be unspeakably awesome and the ultimate tribute to Murrica.
Poking up (and through!) the hood is a twin snorkus air intake mounted above a faux-air scoop on the hood. The dual-Pringles can sized chrome housing is attached to a 350 cubic inch (5.7 liters for all you communist metric system lovers out there who don’t revere the Vette, bald eagles, cheap oil, muzzle loaders, freedom, pushrods, solid axles and mullets) ZZ4 V8 crate motor, rated at 355 horsepower and e-nuff torque.
Of course you are going to find an automatic transmission in this sort of custom, because if you wanted to shift your own gears, or love other men, you would move to Italy. Here in America, the only balls you are going to find in your hand are attached to the top of an automatic transmission shift knob and covered in lead infused chromium, shined up to look like the top of Telly Savalas’ pointy noggin.
This car reminds us of a young Mark Hamill before his face got all scarred by light-saber duels with Darth Vader and those years he spent chewing khat on planet Dagobah with a washed up Jedi named Yoda. Make sure you don’t get into a knife fight after shop class over your brown-bag lunch when you go look at this car.
Just in case you didn’t think it could get any better…it just did. Neon blue lights to go with the red flames spitting out of those side pipes. Betcha thought we forgot about white? Nope. White is the color of your wife-beater undershirt that you’ll proudly wear to complete the ultimate patriotic color scheme in this little slice of Americana.
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