Well today my brother and I got a new car for Christmas from our father. NEVER saw it coming and its nowhere near ready to go. My grandpa bought a 68 barracuda fast back in the mid 70s and gave it to my dad in 78. It was dad's first car, first paint job, first restoration and in the mid 80s it became a pro street project and he built a chassis for it out of 2x3, cut a majority of the floor pan out and then I guess life and other cars happened. He finished a 67 fast back that he married my mom in and brought me home from the hospital in back in 89. Through the years the 68 just sat around rusting away. Well today it became my brother and my car. No clue where to start and it was a teary moment around the house. All we know is small tire and a lot of horsepower.