The good old south! Well by redneck standards Florida doesn’t really qualify as the “south” I’ve been told. Since the great state of Florida wasn’t added until after the Civil war, so everything under the Orlando line is “just Florida”. Just a piece of land that’s sandwiched between the Golf and the Atlantic..
Every time I head over here I learn something new from a “Florida Cracker”. I apparently fall into the class called “snowbirds”(Whites getting away from the snow).
Well anyways back to the story. Gottfrid and I role into a meet, never expecting what we might get ourselves into. Out the corner of our eyes we run across a Dodge Coronet 500 powered by a 572 Hemi.
“WOW”. Drawn in by the smell of a Hemi we circle the car countless times waiting for the owner. Next thing we know, I have an Old proud man named Dough by my side accompanied by his Charlie sporting a hard worked farmers tan. Standing in the standard car meet formation, Worldkustoms had no idea what we were in for but we had ourselves a potential story in the making. I know what your thinking, this was going to be about hotrods. Well yes, but I write about anything with horsepower, and I had a whole lot of that in front of me! And I write about people, life, reality.
WorldKustoms no filter.
Depending on the day my handsome Swedish charm doesn’t work on getting the owners to do a story. Regardless of the obstacles of an automotive journalist like myself I’m always searching for the best and only the best is good enough for my readers! Now being a old school hotrod, classic, ledslead, gas guzzling, journalist brings me the joy in meeting some of America’s finest! That being sad, World Kustoms is throwing away the filter and giving you a front seat ticket to this crazy story.
“I want to talk to you about that 572”-Gottfrid asked at the meet