Every holiday, M2 Machines sneaks a shot of either a new tool or a new take on an existing one. This past Mother’s Day, an image of a raw Datsun 620, featuring fender mirrors, a lowered chassis and a front bumper guard, was shared.
It was a sunny spring morning when I first saw it. A primered ’55 Chevy had entered the gas station next to the Volkswagen dealership where I was working. It was loud. It was jacked up. It was glorious. It was a gasser.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been a completist collector. The year was 1997 and I was 13 years old.
I’ve been marching to the beat of Greenlight’s drum since 2009, and in the years following, I’ve freed hundreds of cars from their blister prisons. Of course, once I was done admiring them, they were bagged and tagged and relegated to Rubbermaids in my detached garage.