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Kiwi Rebel. '65 Chevy C10 Custom Pickup.

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Chevy C10. Spruced up.

Ashland, MA Car Show, September 2023

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Square body chev at High Octane Car Party in penticton bc canada

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Jesse Vaughn if Level 7 Motorsports built this 1978 Chevy C10 that features a No Limit Pro-Tech IRS chassis, with a Winters Quickchange third member, a custom EPAS steering system, Don Hardy big HP LSX and a killer Sadev transmission. It competes in OPTIMA’s Ultimate Street Car series.

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Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)

 Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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At First Sight 

There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color. 

She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it. 

She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before. 

She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.

When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush. 

“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet. 

The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen. 

He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun. 

“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile. 

They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand. 

“Come on, it’s fun.” 

Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank. 

“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass. 

Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” 

Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip. 

“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?” 

He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in. 

Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it. 

“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.” 

They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again. 

“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.” 

Y/N squinted up at him, unsure. 

“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?” 

He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface. 

“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.” 

She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder. 

They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm. 

When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them. 

“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks. 

“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.” 

“I’ve never been there.” 

Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.” 

The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance. 

“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets. 

She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”

Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..” 

Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?” 

Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.” 

An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight. 

“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.” 

Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath. 

“Hey, you smell that?” 

Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?” 

He grinned. “Burgers!”

They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls. 

She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion. 

The boy with the green eyes. 

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God bless America. Brent Pursifull’s patriotic 1968 Chevrolet C10 truck was built by Brian Finch and was on display in the Optima Batteries booth, at the 2023 PRI Show. It’s powered by a Chevrolet Performance LT1 mated to a 10L80e transmission and rides on a Finch Performance Apex Predator chassis, Viking Performance coilovers, Baer brakes, 335/30ZR18 BFGoodrich g-Force Rival S tires, and 18x12 Forgeline forged three piece CV3C Concave wheels finished with Pearl Gray centers and Pearl Gray outers! See more at: https://www.forgeline.com/customer-gallery-brent-pursifull/cgk2654

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1970 Chevy CST/10 Pickup

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radiohead tour sweatshirt from 2000, via findbk

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