As I sit in a muggy Los Angeles hotel room, sweaty and sticky, the thought of lemonade actually crossed my mind moments before I scrolled to this sweet rod by Tiler. Of course it hasn't done much to stop the continual rivulets running down my face, but my eyes are no longer thirsty.
Growing up in the 70's I saw plenty of AMC cars around. The Pacer was always amusing, the only car build with zero blind spots. The Eagle looked like a sedan that longed to be a station wagon, a "sedagon" if you will. But by far the most tragic was the Gremlin. Perhaps if they were fitted with chrome engines, scissor doors and lemonade dispensers like this one from Lino M they wouldn't have been quite so laughable...who am I kidding? Nothing would have helped.