Classic Japanese Automotive Pr0ns -- C10 Nissan Skyline

C10 model...
Years 1968-1972. I will be compiling across the model range, but will be excluding any sedans.










































Not many good images of these out on the internets -- at least not where I am trained to first look, so I offer up what I offer.
Gallery is here.

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