Chevy Biscayne. So low. So wide. So low. So much chrome. So low. So much to love.
57 Chevy. Sexy as hell. I could follow that rear end around all day long.
“It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed. Suddenly, a 57 Chevy appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up…”