If you don't love the '68-72 GM A-Bodies, you not only have a screw loose, you likely have snapped carriage bolts rattling around in your brainpan. Even some sort of future-transplanted Clyde Barrow and his girlie want a crack at the '68 Goat, and they're willing to pay cash. They even leave the salesman with cab fare home! Who said outlaws don't have hearts of gold? Bleat.

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