The old man and I have spent the past several months hemming, hawing, parsing, splitting hairs, and generally picking ourselves apart over what our new project car should be.

At first, we were thinking some classic muscle. You know, big displacement V8 with gobs of torque. As much fun as it would be, we just weren't that excited about it. It's hard to describe, but we both wanted something that was more of a driver's car.

Then we started reading about the '08 Nissan GT-R and it pretty much stopped us dead in our tracks. What a phenomenal car: twin turbo 480hp V6, all-wheel drive, 6-speed dual clutch transmission, 6-piston brakes, and a fully adjustable suspension; all mounted on a carbon fiber and aluminum midship platform. Absolutely breathtaking. As much as this car appealed to us; and I mean that in the powerful, primordial sense that only a true autophile understands; it presented a real problem for us. Why pay someone $70,000 to build you a car when:
1) It will only make you do things that are illegal and unsafe
2) It's so perfect that you're afraid of hurting it
3) You can build one yourself for less money, and still do all the same illegal and unsafe things.

Build one that's just as crazed and dangerous, for cheaper? Oh yes. You see, back in the early 60's, God blessed mankind with a tiny roadster that man named the MG. A few years later, in true human fashion, man corrupted God's vision of purity by chunking the underpowered four-cylinder engine God gave him with something directly from the bowels of hell: a good old American big block. Nothing screams "I want to die in a fiery wreck" like a 2,000lb car with a 300hp engine. Yee haw.

The more we think about it, the more we like this option. It's rear-wheel drive, which means it'll be fun to race. It's a conversion that's been done a million times; so there will be plenty of references, spare parts, and fully built cars to choose from. Most importantly, owning a classic car means not having to bother with lame shit like emissions, inspections, and seatbelts. Besides, seatbelts in a car like this would be a joke anyways.