#probably went to the same engineering school for less than a year before Brian quit and disappeared to do his evil deeds

[imagionary]

The Commissionist concepts!

I remember seeing a post saying that in the toontown world being commissioned was like being adopted and I thought that was so funny xD

[queenmylovely]

Just My Luck; Part 3

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. John and Reader make plans to see each other

Warnings: cussing, slow burn

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: There’s more of Queen in this one, especially of the Chaos Duo. It’s kind of a filler chapter, but there are a lot of cute little moments. Most likely, I’ll be posting on weekends from now own. As always let me know what you think!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Epilogue), Masterlist

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Exactly three weeks after John sent the letter to you, he received one and sent another.

Receiving your letter was a godsend to him. To all of the boys. Not only did it save Deaky from his own worrisome mind, but it also saved Brian from constantly having to patrol Freddie and Roger, and saved Freddie and Roger from coming under the wrath of over protective Brian or manic Deaky. Not that the cycle wouldn’t repeat itself as soon as a week passed with no reply.

In the aftermath of your letter, Roger and Freddie figured they had an about two day grace period where they could talk about you and tease John as much as they wanted.

“Well it’s official, you two are now properly each other’s,” teased Freddie, referencing the way each of you signed off your letters. This got an eye roll and beginnings of a quick response from Deaky but he continued anyway, “Why don’t we call you Johnny? Where the hell did Deaky come from?” He questioned. “Johnny is much more traditional.”

“Are you joking? Fred, you’re the one who started calling me Deaky, because Johnny was too traditional,” replied a flabbergasted John.

“Oh that’s right, because fuck how things are traditionally done. Although I thinks it’s absolutely precious that your girl has a special nickname for you,” Freddie remembered, giving Deaky a cheeky smile. Deaky just ignored the comment about you being his girl and tried to focus on tuning his bass.

Since the band was in the studio before noon, John had gotten the letter early and decided to mail his response on the way back home. For now, he, Freddie, and Roger were in the control room while Brian was working some guitar part in the sound booth.

“In any case, I think the best course of action for you, Deaks, is to meet on your turf. If she comes to London, you can show her around, take her to all the fanciest places, have her stay with you, in your bed,” Roger said into the silence. His last remark was solely for Deaky’s embarrassment, and he knew his mission was accomplished when he saw the red on the other man’s cheeks. He didn’t allow Deaky time to object as he continued, “Plus, we only went to Brussels in Belgium, not this Tourn-ey place, wherever the fuck that is. You wouldn’t be any help there.”  

“Tournai,” John mumbled with the correct pronunciation. “It’s part of the French region in Belgium called Wallonia.”

“Well I’m glad to see that college education and those research skills haven’t gone to waste,” Roger joked, drawing laughs from the other two.

“French, you say, Deaky?” Freddie asked and John nodded. “You do know that French is the language of love, don’t you, dear? I bet Y/N is quite fluent and would jump at the chance to teach you.”

Again, Deaky just flushed at the implications of Freddie’s somewhat convoluted metaphor and focused on his bass.

After a while, they went back to working and got consumed by it. At around 4:00 p.m., when they finally had their lunch, Deaky remembered to write the letter, relying only on himself this time. He dropped it in a post box on their way home, this time around 9:00 p.m.

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Ten days later, after driving back from an early shift at the café, you were checking the mail in the lobby of your building and saw the now tell-tale sign of a letter addressed to you but without a name on the returning address. You sprinted up your stairs, seeing the long line outside of the elevator and knowing it would be faster to run. Reaching your apartment, you slowed down and grabbed your keys but picked right back up again once inside and ran into Jeanne’s open room. Even though it was half past noon she was still in bed, as she didn’t have class at all and didn’t work until much later. As you ran up, you grabbed her shoulder, giving it a small shake. She jumped awake then saw it was you and groaned, “Ugh, why did you wake me up? Why are you breathing so heavily? Wait, what’s in your hands? Is that another letter from John?” her questions becoming less annoyed and more excited as she went.

“Yes. But I can’t read it, I need you to.”

“Too nervous?” she asked, grabbing the letter from you as you nodded. “You know he’s going to say yes. Of course he wants to meet you in person.”

You just waited for her to start.

“Okay, here goes: ‘Dear Y/N, Your time at uni and your career plans sound brilliant. I’m sure you’ll be an amazing professor. If only I would have been so lucky to have someone like you for a communications professor, I might be better at it.’ Oh that’s cute,” Jeanne remarked and you smiled but looked down to hide the way his compliment made you feel.

She continued “‘I have been to Belgium, Brussels to be exact, but I haven’t ever been to Tournai. Since you’re teaching English there, do you speak French? Didn’t your best friend from high school speak French too?’ Yes, that’s right, John! Her lovely best friend, Jeanne, is the entire reason any of this reconnection is possible,” Jeanne laughed, delighted at this new revelation, causing you to groan and put your head in your hands. Jeanne remained content in her moment, pausing to do a little dance.

“What next, Jeanne? I’m sure the letter doesn’t stop at the mention of you,” you prompted when she took too long.

“Oh, right, just got a little distracted. Hmm, he says, ‘Although I did enjoy my time at Chelsea College, and did earn my degree, I’m not an engineer. I’m not sure that you would remember, but when we were in high school I was in a couple bands, which is what prompted my current career path. I’m working in music right now, which is what has allowed me to travel so much, to answer your other question.’ Wow, you didn’t tell me he was a musician!” Jeanne scolded with admiration for John in her eyes.

“I did, actually, it was just like, 7 years ago.”

“Ha, I keep forgetting that this is the same John as all those years ago. Okay, let’s see, next he says, ‘I absolutely would love to meet you in person! There’s no way that I would let you get within 300 km of me without seeing you.’ Hoo! That was too much. That just about took me out, how are you?” Jeanne said, fanning her face at his comments and looking at you to gauge your reaction. Your lips were pursed, eyes were wide and staring at the floor, and you felt your ears and cheeks heat up. Shaking your head, you motioned her to continue.

“‘If you wanted to come see London, I could show you around, being a local and all. I’m going to be in London all summer, so if you had any specific dates, I’m sure I’d be open.You could stay with me if you would like so you don’t have to pay for a hotel. Through my work I have access to discounted aeroplane tickets, if you would rather fly than take a 5 hour train ride. I honestly can’t wait to see you now. Ever Yours, Johnny.’ That’s so nice, you should take him up on his offer!” Jeanne said, referring to the plane tickets and extra room.

You were stuck on him wanting to see you so badly so it took you a second to respond, “What? Oh yeah, I’ll look into it.”

“Can’t focus because you’re smitten, huh?”

“Hmmm? What about a cat?”

“Smitten, not kitten. Geez, you’re gone,” Jeanne said as she laughed at the far-off look in your eyes. You remained in this state as you wrote back to him. Writing the letter, you probably poured in too much emotion, but Jeanne wouldn’t let you edit it any further. You had to trust Jeanne to drop the letter off on her way to work since you were busy with the final bit of paperwork you had before leaving for Tournai, which was just over one week away.

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You spent the rest of that week packing, carefully choosing what clothes you would bring with you. It was tricky because you were going there to teach but also to travel. This meant you had to have a lot of business casual clothes but also a wide array of layers in case you traveled somewhere colder. The most difficult choices were for the clothes you thought you would take with you to London. You wrestled with yourself because you didn’t want to stress out so much over clothes and definitely didn’t want to choose clothes specifically for one boy. Still, you kept thinking What will impress John? What will John like? despite yourself.

However, there was only so long you could agonize for and only so much you could fit. Eventually, all of your clothes and necessities were packed and you were spending your last night in the States much as you had the first night you had heard all of A Night at the Opera, with Jeanne and your mom.

The three of you talked during dinner then watched a movie, and closed out the night with another listening of the album, but paired with ice cream this time. It was an early night because you had to get up extremely early for the airport the next morning. Also because of this, your mom stayed over and slept in your bed with you.

After getting ready and getting into your bed, you were laying on your back staring at the ceiling. Your mom was facing the other way on her side, about to turn the lamp off when you spoke, causing her to turn to look at you “I’m nervous, Mom.”

“I know, honey. But you’re going to do great. Everyone in your class will learn English quick as whips, and I bet transitioning to life in Belgium will be easier than you think,” she said reassuringly. But that wasn’t all that was on your mind.

“Is it stupid that I’m actually more nervous about meeting John than I am about leaving the country for three months?” you questioned, grimacing at your own words.

“Nothing you feel is stupid. And I know you’re feeling vulnerable and scared, but there’s no way that you and John won’t get along. You wrote letters to each other for five years and never ran out of things to talk about. As soon as you get over the initial awkwardness, you’ll be thick as thieves.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too, goodnight, sweetie,” she said, turning off the light and rolling back on her side.

The alarm rang out all too soon, before the sun was up, and before you actually fell into a deep sleep. The three of you got up and got dressed in silence, eating toast and fruit with eyes half-closed. Jeanne drove your car to the airport with your mom and you leaning on each other in the backseat. The only sound was the soft music playing from the radio, a song you vaguely recognized as early Queen, called “Some Day One Day.”

Walking into the airport, to the luggage drop off, and to the gate, you were all chatting and making sure you had everything that you needed in your carry-on. The three of you sat at the gate to wait and soon enough, the first group was called to board. You were in the second group, so you started saying your goodbyes right away, hugging Jeanne first.

“I’m going to miss you so much! What am I going to do alone for three months? How am I going to handle having our entire apartment to myself? Without you reminding me constantly about dishes and vacuuming and dusting and eating all of my food?” Jeanne’s tone was turning from sad to gleeful as she realized all of the good things about you being gone.

From your place next to her head, you tried to turn and look at her, “You sound suspiciously happy that I’m leaving.”

“Happy? No, not me! Just a little liberated, heh,” she admitted and you both laughed.

“As I’m sure you just realized, you’ll be fine without me. Plus, the university gave us those vouchers to give to the phone company so international calls won’t charge extra, so you can call me anytime. Anytime that I’m awake that is.”

Then it was time to say goodbye to your mom. You both got misty-eyed and gave each other a long hug. It was times like these that you were glad you never got taller than your mom, happy for the extra comfort and protection her height gave you. After a minute, you both pulled away, and she held onto your arms, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. This is a big step, and I know you’re going to do great. Remember to call me as soon as you get there and every Monday after that.”

“Thank you, Mom. Don’t worry, I will,” you replied. Then the intercom came on, calling for your group to board, “Love you, Jeanne,” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug before doing the same with your mom and kissing her on the cheek, “Love you, Mom. Keep each other company while I’m gone!”

They nodded and waved, as you walked right up to the desk, the last goodbye making you the last in your group. They stood together and watched the plane until it took off before heading back to the apartment to go on about their days.

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Deaky was asleep on the couch of the control room when the studio received your letter the day after you left Seattle.

Roger and Freddie, however, were wide awake, waiting for Brian to return with coffee when an intern came in with the letter and they maneuvered it from the unknowing college kid. They were quick to convince each other to open and read it without waking up Deaky.

Deciding to take turns reading it out loud, Freddie started, “‘Dear Johnny, Oui, je parle français.’ Oh she does speak French, astounding! ‘And yes, my still best friend, Jeanne, is the main reason that I can speak it at all. We’re roommates now and we still spend every Saturday just speaking French so we don’t lose it since her parents moved back to Montreal.’”

“This Jeanne girl sounds interesting. She can talk in English and French,” Roger said in a thoughtful voice, biting his lip. “They live together, too. Two girls speaking to each other in French…”

“Yes, that’s what it means to be bilingual,” Freddie replied dry-pan, ignoring Roger’s snort at the word “bilingual.” With a sigh, he continued, “‘Jeanne made it clear that she thought it was important to note that she’s the entire reason I’m even travelling to Tournai. But I can’t be too annoyed because that’s the reason I’m getting to meet you.’ My heart! I’m not sure I can keep reading this, you better take over.”

“Sure, you know I like a confident woman,” Roger smirked, earning an eye roll from Freddie. He found where Freddie left off on the page, “‘Of course I remember your bands! I always wanted to hear you play. When I’m in London, you’ll have to play me some of your old songs so I can experience it live!’ Ha, little does she know she’ll be staying with bassist of Queen. This is going to blow her mind!”

“Rog, love, do try to stay a little humble. She’s American, we’re not as well known over there. She might not even know who we are,” Freddie reminded him before joining the other man’s laughs. Although Freddie could be shy and wasn’t one to make other uncomfortable with his newfound wealth and fame, he was never less than proud of Queen, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Okay, okay, ‘If you’d be willing to have me, I would be delighted to stay with you and see London! You’re so sweet to extend your home to me. You’re way too kind to offer those vouchers, I’m fine taking the train. I have a week off from June 1-9, so I could come for a couple days if any of those work for you. I’m actually leaving for Tournai this Wednesday, so you can send the next letter to the address on the index card. Looking forward to seeing you more and more everyday! Very Truly Yours, Y/N. p.s. You seem very capable at communication to me, but the real test is in person.’ Oh-hoh-hoh, getting a little flirty aren’t we there,” Roger remarked, smirking.

“Ooo, very suggestive. Sounds like Deaky here is going to get himself a girlfriend by the first of June!” Freddie replied, both of them laughing.

“Deaky and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S…,” one of them started and the other sang along. It was this that woke Deaky up. He rose to sitting on the couch and watched them dancing around with their backs to him.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily while asking, “What are you two on about?”

This stopped them in their tracks. They quickly put the letter back in the envelope, and whipped around, Roger holding the letter behind their backs. Unfortunately for them, Deaky had seen the flash of white.

“Nothing…” they replied in unison, trying to sound innocent.

“If you’re not up to anything, what are you hiding behind your backs?” Deaky questioned in a serious tone.

“Oh this?” Roger asked as he held up the letter and Deaky gasped. “It’s nothing important, just a letter from Y/N,” he said, tossing it to him.

“You opened it without me?”

“Not without you, darling, you were right there on the couch,” Freddie defended.

“I was asleep,” Deaky said half paying attention as he reopened the letter. As he started reading, his full focus stayed on what you wrote, not noticing the other two men staring intently at him. They exchanged glances when he visibly reacted to your words, grinning at you wanting to hear him play, frowning when you declined the vouchers, and giggling at your post-script.

Brian walked in as Deaky finished reading and looked at the scene in front of him before clearing his throat and holding up four cups of coffee. The other three heads snapped up, eyes zeroing in on the coffee. As they drank, Deaky filled Brian in on the details.

“You should definitely send the vouchers anyway. You should also tell her to stay the entire week. You can’t see all of London in two or three days,” Brian persuaded him, with encouragement from Roger and Freddie.

Deaky wrote another letter, including the vouchers and inviting you to stay the whole time.

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After arriving in Tournai, you got set up at an apartment with another graduate student from your program. As soon as you could, you called your mom and then Jeanne to check in.

Because of the day it took to travel, and the night stay at a hotel for orientation, you got John’s letter your second day at the apartment. You were surprised, but quickly remembered that mail would be much quicker within Europe.

You were so happy to see that he wanted you to stay the whole time and in your own letter gladly accepted. Although you thought the vouchers were too generous, some time on the phone with Jeanne convinced you to accept them anyway. Her talk didn’t stop you from thanking him over and over in your next letter, though.

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Over the course of the next week, you got settled in at your job teaching, too. Your new roommate, Eileen, was from France and was in Tournai to teach public speaking in the student’s native language. You thought you were lucky to be able to speak to her easily. She was nice, but reserved, and you soon developed a routine of eating breakfast together at the apartment and lunch together at the school, but had separate dinners.

On weekends you didn’t see much of her, so you explored much of Tournai on your own, quickly finding a cafe you loved and becoming a regular at the Museum of Fine Arts. Each week on Saturdays, you would spend the entire afternoon taking in a different branch for hours. You had completed three before your first four weeks were over and it was time to travel to London.

You packed your carry-on for London on the Friday night before, Jeanne on the phone to give you advice the whole time. You decided on two pairs of pants, two skirts, two dresses, five shirts, two jackets, and two pairs of shoes, including what you would wear on the plane. One of the dresses was pretty fancy, a choice made by Jeanne “just in case.”

You had told Eileen you would be gone during your week off a week earlier, and Saturday morning she asked you more about where you were going. Always polite and never prying, she accepted your description of your pen pal with understanding and offered to walk you to the train that would take you to airport. Walking with her, you confessed your nerves, and she turned to face you.

“We don't know each other that well, and I like you. He knows you very well,” she offered. You knew what she was implying, even if she wouldn’t go that far herself. That strengthened your resolve and thanked her, coming up on the train station. You kissed each other’s cheeks, as the French were wont to do, and stepped on the train, waving goodbye.

At the airport, you walked quickly and got to the gate forty-five minutes early. You sat, reading the book you had brought with you, Murder on the Orient Express. You had been inspired to read Agatha Christie’s books after her death reminded you of how much you liked the movie of the same name that came out a couple of years prior.  

When your group number was called to board, you took a deep breath and stood. With no one to say goodbye to you walked straight to the forming line without hesitation.

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This Day-Two 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle SS396 Has Never Strayed From Its Shenandoah Valley Home

You never forget your first car, and if you’ve grown up in or around the car hobby, recollections of your first car remain especially vivid. That’s certainly true for Mark Prunesti. Although he has had the privilege of buying and restoring other cars, his first ride, a stunning, 396-motivated 1969 Chevelle he got his sophomore year in high school, occupies a permanent section of his brain—and his heart. For years, Mark and his Chevelle were tied together in a bond that can only occur between man and machine. However, like many similar stories forged out on the streets, it would not last forever. The Chevy was sold a few years later due to unforeseen circumstances.

Old-school never looked so good. A built L78, Cragars, and big rear meats give this car instant street cred.

Decades later, Mark was bitten by the bug to once again own a 1969 Chevelle, even though he already had a few other projects lined up in the shop. In 2014, a Craigslist ad grabbed his attention. It was plain and simple, without much description, and included very few pictures: “1969 Chevelle SS396. Red. Stored since 1978. Doesn’t run.”

This Chevelle was born with the 375hp L78 version of the 396. The engine in the car now, built using a replacement block, was missing when Mark Prunesti bought the car. He later went back to the previous owner’s property and extracted the mill.

The ad was less than 24 hours old, but Mark knew he needed to act fast. He called the number and learned the car was stored about three hours away from him. The Chevelle was being sold by a third party who was helping out an ill neighbor. The man who placed the ad really didn’t know much about the car. Mark was told that he was third on the list to see it, which didn’t sit well with him at all. He really wanted the first chance at this particular Chevy. He kept the man on the phone, questioning him on the particulars of the car. That was his plan. He felt his only way to the top of the line was to ask as many questions about the car’s vital parts as possible until the seller either hung up or moved him to the front of the line. Mark’s steadfastness paid off, as the man asked him to come take a look at it for himself. He was now number one on the list.

The engine Mark found was topped with L89 aluminum heads, a rare option that year. There is no paperwork to verify that these heads were installed at the factory.

Mark hit the ground running, keen on finding a top-tier factory-bred Chevelle. He didn’t want just any Chevy A-body. He was definitely looking for a big-block car, built with some of the top “needed necessities” that GM had to offer. He hoped this was a ride that would check off most of the boxes on his must-have list.

The Chevelle was located in Waynesboro, Virginia, a bustling town nestled deep in the Shenandoah Valley. When Mark first laid eyes on the car, he was quite pleased with what he saw. It was in much better shape than he imagined, with few body issues to speak of. It was in amazing shape for a car that had been off the road for nearly 40 years.

Just seeing that red-skinned Chevy propelled him back to his youth and the moment he first gazed upon his beloved high school Chevelle. However, one big piece of the puzzle was missing: The powerplant was nowhere to be found. It was an issue, but not a deal breaker. Interestingly enough, this car showed 48,000 miles on the odometer, the same number of miles that were on Mark’s first Chevelle when he bought it. Coincidence? A sign from above?

The bench seat and four-speed shifter combo in this Chevelle let you know that it was built to hit the streets with a vengeance!

Many purists would have walked away from this car, but not Mark. After he inspected the car thoroughly, he knew that this Chevelle was not something to pass up. He jumped right on it and brought the car back to his garage.

Someone’s Hot Rod

The Garnet Red 1969 Chevelle SS was obviously someone’s hot rod back in the day, as it showed telltale signs of being a built-up street ride. It had period Cragars at the corners, bias-ply tires, period headers, 3/8-inch fuel line, and a set of 2 5/8-inch Stewart-Warner black-face gauges under the dash. Mark ordered paperwork on the car and found it was sold new at Harvey’s Chevrolet in Radford, Virginia. The Chevelle was a very early October 1968 Baltimore plant build.

After researching what he could of the Chevelle’s history, Mark concluded that it probably had never left its valley home. “All avenues I researched led back to a location or locations surrounding where I had purchased the car in Waynesboro or within the immediate surrounding areas of the Shenandoah Valley,” he says.

Over the next few months Mark reached out to the third-party seller and asked if he could put him in contact with the previous owner, who by now had recovered from his illness. After waiting for some time without a response, Mark called the man himself. The man said he had bought the Chevelle at a used car lot in 1972 and had no info about the original owner. When Mark asked him about the whereabouts of the original engine, the man said the 396 that came with the car kept fouling plugs, so he removed it and stashed it on the farm. Mark couldn’t get off the phone quick enough to get down there and look for it.

Mark built this Chevelle using several N.O.S. parts, including a set of Koni shocks. He then fabricated his own Lakewood traction bars, like the pair it wore back in the day. A 12-bolt rear stuffed with 4.10 gears gets the power to the pavement.

Sure enough, he found the L78 with a date and KG suffix code, fitted with L89 aluminum heads. There was no VIN stamped on the block, which led him to believe it was a service replacement block. Nonetheless, it was a step in the right direction. He now had the powerplant to complete the puzzle. The previous owner had also stated that the car used to have Lakewood bars under it, but he’d taken them off because they caused too stiff a ride. Mark searched for them but wasn’t able to find them.

The next question was what he should do with the Chevelle. Drop a motor in it and drive it the way it is, or do a full-blown restoration? Mark chose the latter, deciding that this Chevelle deserved to be refreshed and returned to all of its original glory, and then some.

Rejuvenated

In 2016, Mark got to work and stripped the car to its bare bones. He sent the 396 to Boley’s Automotive Machine Shop in Beckley, West Virginia, where Mark gets all of his engine work done, mainly because they specialize in race motors.

The body and chassis went to Super Car Restorations in Clymer, Pennsylvania, for bodywork, paint, glass, and trim. Proprietors Jamie Cooper and Joe Griffith are well known in the muscle car restoration field for their work on rare, top-dollar muscle rides for the masses. “These guys take pride and dedication to a new level and are extremely meticulous about every last detail,” says Mark.

Mark decided to install some “old-school cool” at the corners. These Cragar SS wheels look right at home on this 1970s-styled street machine. The thick M&H Racemasters out back and the Silvertown bias-plies up front continue the look he was after.

As for the interior, David Wells of Wells Custom Upholstery in Chesapeake, Virginia, covered the seats with fresh skins from Legendary Interiors.

Mark pressed on and restored his car with original or N.O.S. speed parts. He says, “I found a set of N.O.S. Koni shocks and made my own Lakewood traction-action bars.” A set of N.O.S. Appliance four-bolt flange headers was also added to the mix, to help get rid of the spent gases in vintage day-two style.

The Chevelle was finished in 2018. “I had the honor of being invited by Brian Henderson and Joe Swezey of Super Car Workshop out of Latrobe, Pennsylvania, to show my car in the Solid Lifter Showroom at Carlisle,” says Mark (see “Someone Left a Show Out in the Rain,” Oct. 2018; bit.ly/2PiKUEI). On the way home from the show, he went back to the Valley and stopped at the previous owner’s house to show him the final product of his restoration. “He said my traction bars were just like the ones he took off. He was quite pleased with the finished product.”

The Garnet Red Chevelle SS had sat immobile for 40 years before Mark located it by answering an ad on the internet. It was in very good shape for having languished for so long.

At a Glance

1969 Chevelle SS396 Owned by: Mark Prunesti Restored by: Owner; Super Car Restoration, Clymer, PA; Boley’s Automotive Machine Shop, Beckley, WV; Wells Custom Upholstery, Chesapeake, VA Engine: 396ci/375hp L78 V-8 Transmission: M22 Rock Crusher 4-speed manual Rearend: Chevrolet 12-bolt with 4.10 gears Interior: Black vinyl bucket seats Wheels: 15×6 front 15×7 rear Cragar SS Tires: 7.75-15 BFGoodrich Silvertown front, J60-15 M&H Racemaster rear Special parts: L89 aluminum heads, handmade Lakewood-style traction bars, Appliance headers, power brakes

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