Sold all my Datsun shit except my old '65 320 during China Virus and somehow ended up going down the Mopar rabbit hole.
It got me thinking.... The current resurgence (fanboi craze) of Datsun shit is similar to the fanatical Mopar zealots.
Let me explain:
For me, Datsuns, way back when, were an oddball car. Not so oddball you'd be classified with those British-car loving queers, stinky VW hippies or Volvo lovers, but rather, Datsuns were owned by people who were like that one uncle who only came around on 4th of July or a shotgun wedding to drink beer and tell tall tales of him dropping acid at Van Halen's 1984 tour... that is... if he were lucky to be out of jail that year to celebrate.
You see, back then Datsun were so cheap or free. Infact, you could actually get paid to pull that B210 "everyone had in high school" out of the back yard and dude's ol' Lady would provide lemonade or sweet tea.
But something happened.
Right around the year 1996 Al Gore invented the internet. This led to many car enthusiast clubs to be hosted on Yahoo! and Geocities pages. Simple text, No build thread, just a basic calendar outlining the month's events that happened at the same Pizza Parlor on the same "Every third Saturday of the month" and a single picture of the group's founder's wife in front of his "Rotisserie Restored [insert non-desirable, quirky car here]".
Then, the holy trinity of internet shit storm: Instagram, Facebook, YouTube.
Somehow, I found myself in a world of pseudo-Mopar Cock Suckers: People paying astronomical prices for rusty junk. And just like that: faster than a Jew with a 50%-off coupon DATSUN was the new name of highly desired shit box.
........So, anyway, like I said. Sold most my Datsun collection and got into buying, selling and driving old Mopars.
Now I can't stop drinking Miller High-Life and talking about how I shouldn't have sold my '68 Barracuda. Or Saying things like "That's nothing. My old LO23 Hemi-Cuda would lift the front left tire of the ground -- All motor!"
Or, like, when I hear "Cat Scratch Fever" and slam my beer down and ask my buddy "Dudn't this jus make ya wanna bite the ass off'a cat?
Similiarly: "Needs Cragars" or "Needs shackles, N50's on the back end, Mickey Thompsons up front, 3/4 race cam and hot Accel coil."
Here's some pics of the garbage I been playing with: