
So, I decided to just put the Jag aside and work on my lucky charms. I 68ed the 68 and dubbed her Lady Luck, the Queen of Las Vegas. What I say is, if you ain’t lucky, you gots to make your own luck.

And let me tell you, this little lady is the epitome of Vegas in its heyday... the Rat Pack playing the Flamingo, Cadillac El Dorados cruising the boulevard, and getting your trailer hitched for a day to get the goods (then unhitched in Reno when you’ve gotten your senses back).

Like the city, the car is the ultimate in excess, glam, and sin. Yeah, this fickle hottie will rattle your chain if you let her. I don’t know about you but, I think I’m in lust.

I tried to capture the bygone era with the use of crazy pearl metallic paint that glitters every which way in yellow and orange, depending on the lighting. But I wasn’t content to leave the body as is – there’s always room for improvement – sorry Mr. Arkus-Duntov – Soviet expat and father of the Corvette – I made a few modifications…

Notice that there’s little clearance under the body – barely enough to slide your credit card underneath - and check out the curves on the fenders.

Innards: A little bit of this and a little bit of that.


Okay, it’s time for me to check out and spend some time in the casino – the marti is waiting with olive in tow - and with Lady Luck at my side, I’m sure to cash out. (If not, there’s always Western Union.)


Happy holidays to you all.



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