The spirit of the road is very much alive. She is the '48 Ford rusting away in the barn, whose dust covered seats hold more memories than stitches. She is the '55 Chevy pick up who has not quit working since she was bought 59 years ago. She is nostalgia in every American classic, the fury in every hot rod, and the good old fashion American muscle in every muscle car. Her voice screams with the roar of a V8 engine, that mighty crack of American thunder. And she furnishes a bond between a car and her owner, a bond that is sealed by blood, sweat and oil. This is a blog dedicated to that spirit and that bond.