Working with my hands -- 1987 Chevrolet Caprice

Don't judge me, I actually owned a box Caprice once...

Back to the task at hand, we were talking about a 1987 Chevy Caprice:


Survey the contents of the packaging:


Engine and door panels installed:


One-piece front seat, nothing more:



Black or chrome, black or chrome?:


Let's go with black, mount some tires on them and load them up with brakes:


Put the exhaust on:


Slide the body on the frame and take pics:




Now GET BACK IN THAT BOX!!!:


Also, make note that this one is slammed and on what appear to be equivalent to 20" wheels, not raised and cooned up on 28".
If I was to get another Caprice, this would be close to what it is, only not this color.

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