Ladies and Gentlemen, let me start off by saying that this 1955 Chevy 210 is no ordinary car. It's now available for the bacon eating, beard growing, alligator wrestling, manliest of men (or woman) who dares to try and tame her. This car comes growling like an angry bear out of any garage. . . ready to take on any street. Tony would have been instantly recruited by the Jets should he have had this car in his possession. No Shark could take a man with this whip as his sidekick! Never intended to be driven by bubble gum popping chicks, or men who get manicures. This car is meant for the man who has grease under his nails and a sweat and oil stained handkerchief hanging out the rear pocket of his Dickey's. If you are looking to save gas, go buy a Prius. If you don't appreciate stares of awe, go buy a mini van. Seriously, stop right here. This car was engineered so well, that even Rolf Wütherich would give up his Porsche to take a drive. It was no accident that killed James Dean, it was the moment this car came off the assembly line in 1955. This car's looks and growl broke his heart. "Little Bastard" had met it's match. This super clean 1955 Chevy 210, with an upgraded 350 V8 and turbo 400 transmission, is not a car to mess with. The car was fully restored with a frame-off restoration 17 years ago. You will cause so much whiplash to passers-by as you drive this manly machine down the street; you may want to invest in companies who make neck braces. I kid you not; you may want to consider investing in a publicist to handle all the attention. So now that you have made it this far you may be asking yourself. . .. so, what about the fine details. How does a 350 V8, 4-barrel manual choke carburetor, and headers that feed a straight aluminum exhausted enhanced by glass pack mufflers sound. . . grrrrrrowl of course. The front and rear bench seats are covered in two-tone vinyl that echoes the exterior paint. With a nice finishing touch of a stitched Chevy symbol with a bold 55 in the center on the rear package tray for all to see. The body is as straight as a Baptist preacher, while boasting natural curves that would make even Marilyn Monroe jealous. Reasonable offers will be considered.