Just like the Stage Three Buick hotrods that the dullest of GM divisions was putting out there in the early seventies, Stage Three Hybrid is over the top.
Which is a manifestation of that big old wheel 'o karma doing its thing.
The guy I got this Stage Three Hybrid from also owned one of those Buicks.
What are the odds?
It was a 1970 GS 455, if I'm not mistaken. He found it somewhere on his travels and towed it home for a thousand bucks.
She was a little rusty and showed well over a hundred thousand miles on the clock. He took it to the nearest NHRA-sanctioned 1/4 mile drag strip and ripped forth a 12.4 on his first run.
After test-driving the Stage Three weed I figure it might take me twelve point four hours to get up the stairs...
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