In defiance of the crowds that will pummel NYC's Times Square later in the day, the dawn offers a few moments for calm reflection among a bazillion watts of advertising signage. The only souls stirring at such hours are the line cooks at TGI Fridays, who will prepare 2.7 billion plates of potato skins before the day is out, and the junkies, who are just beginning the long trek east for the morning's methadone. It's the perfect time for a few burnouts via classic Chevrolet iron. Why didn't we think of that?

[via Carscoop]

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