章 807: GT500s - Shall we?

Once I heard that familiar name, it didn't even take a second for a 1967 gray Shelby GT500 with black stripes to appear in my head. I could still vividly remember that film from Mr. Nick Cage but some older folks or movie enthusiasts would definitely bring up the much earlier one.

With that said, Mr. Alvarez and I shared one look before we became brothers in arms—cars, and he lost his mind when he discovered that I was the one who made Mr. Cuervo's new custom ride.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a fucking second! You really made that?!"

"Yep. With some help, of course."

"FUUUU~~~ Do you have a shop like Quinn's?"

"No, but we have the right tools and people for it."

"That's already better than hers!"

"Really?"

"Shit, if it's Quinn or whatever the fuck those cueball fuckheads we're talking about, it's either keeping the "original" or pimping it out Mad Max Style! Her own ride wasn't even keeping true to its original release! They can do custom work but they charge so fucking much!"