When I stroll the city streets at night, the cold, wet air settling over at me, I gaze at each of the cars parked on the curbside and I wonder: how can I stuff a V8 into that?
I can’t help this and I make no apologies for it. It is who I am; it is hardwired into my DNA. I could no more stop dreaming of V8 swaps than I could willingly stop my own heartbeat.
The person who stuffed the 5.0-liter Mustang V8 into a Porsche Cayman is a true hero. Why would he do such a thing, you ask? Let reader foxbody (of course that’s their username) explain:
Amen.
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