1967 XR7 killed, tagged and bagged.
growing up my mom had a 67 XR7, i was a child and she was a single mom, and also a hothead with a lead foot she used to go out in the street and do smoke shows for all the kids. we loved that car but she married a guy with a chevelle, they raced, alot, and she always won
so when she was at work he traded it for some huge boat of a car, she got home an threatened to kill him so he went to get it back.
when he arrived the car had already been wrapped around a fire hydrant.
needless to say she was mad. even worse the car he traded for it wasnt even paid off.
This day was 1982, mom was 32 y.o., blond truck stop waitress, , 5’2. She stared at her Cougar wrecked, she cried, then punched him right in the mouth, grabbed the guys can of mower gas, poured it inside his car, flicked her cigarette, lit it on fire in his driveway and said “come on”.
Me and her walked all the way home w/mom wearing lizard tipped sh*t kickers and levis. She cussed all the way, when we got home she got drunk, when the new hubby walked in he got punched in the mouth too.
one 1967 RX-7 R.I.P.
Mom I love you, you were one hell of a single mother 