Thank God. I wouldn't wipe my rear end with any car that didn't have matching numbers. They say Elvis wouldn't have sex with any girl who had had a baby....that's pretty much how I view any car that doesn't have matching numbers. Damaged goods. Just thinking about a car without matching numbers makes me want to take off my driving gloves, leave my Corvette in a climate controlled storage facility, and puke my double soy decaf almond milk latte all over my Pierre Cardin blouse and tasseled Bruno Magli loafers.
