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During lunch, my husband and I went from usual the topic of race cars and shells for sale online to the idea of turning a Late Model into a street carā€”a lifted battle car for the apocalypse, even. Thatā€™s when I found this video of a street-legal Dirt Late Model, which is now the only future I envision for myself.

This, everyone, is a devilish-looking style of Late Model that started its life flinging around short oval tracks made of dirt at obscenely sharp lefthand angles. A true visionary in our lifetime then saw a new life in the car, a life of turning left and right and even abiding by stop signs, and made it street legal.

Donā€™t skip the slow, walk-around introduction to the car accompanied by ā€˜80s rock music. Youā€™ll only be robbing yourself of the buildup the car deserves before the eventual moment that this, ā€œThe Outlaw,ā€ drives onto the street.

That moment is a true victory for us all, and deserves every second of cellphone footage and AC/DC hype music leading up to it.

Thatā€™s it. Itā€™s official. A street-legal Dirt Late Model is the only thing in my foreseeable future. I can feel this in my soul, my bonesā€”everything.


And by ā€œforeseeable future,ā€ I mean in my dreams, my daydreams, my blogs, my conversations, and basically anything else I have control over. My husband and I unfortunately have a pact that we wonā€™t make any financially stupid car purchases for the next few years, so check back in with me then.

Actually, donā€™t check back in with me. By then, I wonā€™t be able to hear you over the ā€˜80s rock music, loud engines and pure American absurdity that is my life. Thatā€™s a good way to live, Iā€™d say.