#Chevrolet scheme

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Chevrolet Astrovettes, 1969. The crew of Apollo 12 - astronauts Pete Conrad, Richard Gordon, and Alan Bean - ordered custom-painted Corvette C3s. Each astronaut ordered a matching Corvette Stingray coupe, powered by 390hp, 427ci Turbo-Jet V8 engines with 4-speed wide-range transmission and PosiTraction 3.08 rear axles. Bean (the fourth person to walk on the moon who passed away in 2018) played a key role in the design of the Corvettes, choosing the black on gold color scheme. The design included distinctive black “wings” styled by Alex Tremulis, the industrial and automotive designer. The C3 Corvettes became known as the Astrovettes with the only difference between the cars being the red, white, and blue badges on each fender used to identify which car belonged to which astronaut

[crazyasscountrygirl]

1955 Chevrolet vehicles.

The top image features a Chevrolet 210, a popular model known for its stylish design and comfortable ride. The bottom image showcases a Chevrolet 3100, a classic pickup truck known for its ruggedness and versatility. Both vehicles have been modified with lowered stances, custom wheels, and a striking red paint scheme, demonstrating the potential for creative interpretation and personalization within the classic car world.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z28

10 Details:

1. This specific Z28 is a coupe with the signature dual headlights and a blacked-out grille from the 1969 model year.

2. It's finished in a black color with white stripes that run along the body and hood.

3. The Z28 designation indicates that this car is equipped with Chevrolet's high-performance 302 cubic inch V8 engine.

4. This engine was a popular choice for racing and delivered impressive power and torque.

5. The Z28 also featured a stiffer suspension, heavy-duty brakes, and a close-ratio 4-speed manual transmission, making it well-suited for performance driving.

6. This particular Camaro appears to be in excellent condition, with its original paint, chrome, and trim all well-maintained.

7. The car sits on a set of classic Rally wheels with Goodyear tires, further enhancing its sporty appearance.

8. Inside, the Z28 likely features a black vinyl interior with a bench seat and a center console.

9. The Z28 is a highly sought-after classic car by collectors and enthusiasts due to its performance heritage and timeless design.

10. This particular example, in its classic black and white color scheme, is sure to turn heads on the road.

[aviradasa]

The Lost boys main Hcs (old version)

Dwayne

Also i gave him an actual personality. Cause suprisingly, quiet people can have personality traits other that being a brooding,mature,book loving,parental, and having good dick.

Ok Well i kept these traits but added more to him cause i didn't see anyone else doing so.

Enjoy!!

(Ps this was hardly proof read. and written at 2 am so pardon how weird it may be)

Edit: THESE ARE OLD IM MAKING NEW ONES THAT ARE BETTER!!

Contrary to popular belief this man is just as crazy as the others. If not more.

Granted, yeah, he can be chill as hell but do not let that fool you cause just under that quiet persona is an actual sadistic asshole.

I mean damn.

To start off, this dude is brutal when it comes to feeding. I mean, he can give David a run for his money.

I mean did y'all see him during the bonfire scene??????

During that, he was honestly a bit rushed cause normally, he will keep his victims alive for a good long while before actually killing them, all while ripping them to pieces.

And cause he is smart as hell he knows the right places to tear into a person where it will take them longer to die from it.

What an asshole.

But when he's not being evil as fuck he is giving the others stupid ideas.

I mean honestly i think the whole taking Michael to the bridge thing was his idea.

He just snuck over to David and was like, "Hey, I have a wonderful idea." And David was like "hell yeah I like that"

Well, ok, that's not exactly how I went, but that's my dummed-down Disney villain version.

They had all hung off the bridge before, but Dwayne knew that that would probably freak Michael the fuck out more than anything, and he just wanted to watch that poor dude suffer.

On that topic he lowkey hated Michael at first.

So he just ignored him as much as possible. But at the same time, he also was just waiting for Michael to start some shit so he could fight him.

When Michael punched David, this man got so excited, only to have his dream crushed when he couldn't swing on him.

Poor dwayne.

The main reason we don't see much of dwaynes personality is cause Michael is around every time we see him and he does not fuck with him enough to grant him access to who he is as a person

Speaking of him and David, I, kinda see them as being evil scheming, besties not gonna lie. Like when Dwayne gets a fun little plan in his head to fuck with people, he's creeping up on David to tell him all about it. (And plant the seed in his mind)

Honestly, if you walk in when these two are talking you swear they both just look like this

Like honestly its just a back away slowly and forget you ever saw them situation 🤣

The best part for him is letting people believe it was David or one of the other boy's ideas so he doesn't get too much attention drawn to himself.

As much as this wannabe attention whore wants to, he will hardly take credit is his plans so as not to get Max on his ass. As much as he wants to be like, "Yeah, I made them do that, hahaha," he won't.

He's literally like a little puppet master.

But enough of him being a silent but deadly dickhead

This guy is amazing at so many things.

He's a bigggg car/ motorcycle guy. If you take him anywhere, like a car show or something, he's gonna be yapping with the owner of a fuckin 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline for 2 hours.

And he can and will spend HOURS, NIGHTS, even working on his bike. Does it need work? No. Does he just wanna work on it for fun? Yes.

Oh, and if the others mention even a slight tick coming from their bike, he's becoming the most insufferable know-it-all in the cave.

" oh well you know if the ticks coming from theirrrr you should already know it needs (blank)

They all hate when he does this but they still let him work on the bikes cause they know he enjoys it so much.

It's relaxing to work on stuff like that for him. He can just sit down, listen to his music, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and tune up the bikes all by himself.

And that's the way he likes to work.

He loves the other's company, but deep down, this man is introverted. He can go crazy and have fun but once his social battery is out, he is out, bye.

He will just disappear once he is done with people for the day. If he doesn't, he gets snappy and sassy, and it's just like "Damnnnnnn. Ok, sir ."

He will start clocking everybody's shit if forced to stick around.

But honestly, most of the time, he's cool. He's kinda like a cat, not gonna lie.

Shits gotta be on his terms or he don't wanna do it.

Ok ok I know I clowned on it but I do think he likes to read

And he does read ALOT.

He keeps a lil shelf of books in his area of the cave.

Aka, he took one of the big ass bookshelves from when the hotel collapsed, fixed it, and now stores all the books he loves on it.

He loves most genres, to he's not picky. From fantasy to westerns he readys whatever catches his interest.

While he reads he likes to listen to music that matches so once he was reading a sci-fi novel he had David Bowie BLASTING

They didn't even know he liked David Bowie. But hey, that's why we love Dwayne. He's full of surprises. And his music taste is the epitome of "I like whatever sounds good"

I could go on and on and on about this man but this might get long so if y'all want me to elaborate on any of these or make a part 2 let me know cause i WILL also if you want hcs of the other boys let me know! Night my little goblins 🖤🖤

[groovysarity]

The 1953 Chevy BelAir electric bicycle

The 1953 Chevy BelAir electric bicycle is a custom-built e-bike inspired by the design of the 1953 Chevrolet BelAir. It features retro styling elements, including chrome details and two-tone paint schemes, reminiscent of classic American cars. The bicycle is equipped with an electric motor for assisted pedaling, combining vintage aesthetics with modern electric mobility technology.

[chilling-seavey]

Just an Echo in the Valley (mv33)

↳ Timeless: F1 Grid Masterlist

↳ Summary: The rural lowlands just outside of the city were home to rebellious young men who fixed up their road cars to race down dirt roads. Max is the best of the bunch.

↳ Title Song: Just An Echo in the Valley by Bing Crosby (1933)

↳ Word Count: 1.4k

↳ Warnings: Smoking, minor descriptions of a car crash.

May 1933

“What makes Verstappen so great, huh?”

Max looked up from the body of his Bentley to see the man sauntering over, cigarette perched between his teeth and hands in his pockets. He straightened up as the man approached, wiping his greasy hands on the rag draped over his shoulder, expression firm. 

His rival, smug and obnoxious, shrugged passively, eyeing up his car and his grimy hands, “I knew you were a piece of work, but I didn’t expect you to be the type of man to fire his entire crew the day before the big race.”

“Fuck off, Stijn,” Max replied flatly, moving past him with a harsh brush of his shoulder to retrieve another wrench from his tool box. 

“You’re gonna do everything, eh?” Stijn pressed, leaning back against the sleek black paint of the Bentley, smoke pouring from his lips as he puffed on his cigarette, “Be your own mechanic and still race?”

“And I’ll beat your ass too, no doubt about it,” Max assured him like a promise. 

He swatted the man with his oily rag to get him away from his car. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he stepped away, “You were champion around these parts for the last four years but winning doesn’t last forever. Maybe it’s about time you retire before you embarrass yourself.”

Max buried his head back under the hood, answering without missing a beat, “Maybe go put your mouth to better uses, Stijn.”

The man scoffed, stamping out his cigarette on the edge of Max’s toolbox before tossing the butt inside, muttering bitterly under his breath, “Maybe you didn’t fire your crew; maybe they all quit.”

His shoes crunched over the dirt road as he walked back to his team farther down the lineup. Max, still bent over his car, took a second to take a breath. He stared down at the engine in front of him, souped up in all the ways he had studied and taught himself and learned from his father to make it the most powerful racing engine he could. Even still, he was all too used to hearing from everyone around him that he couldn’t do it. 

It was all Ford versus Chevrolet in these races; reliable and familiar. Bentley was a rising name for motorcars and popping up more and more in the racing scene and Max—never one to do as was expected—was determined on bringing his loyal Bentley to the top with him. Four years later, with four street racing championships under his belt (which, in the grand scheme of things, meant nothing), Max still felt like he had more to prove. He wasn’t done yet. The need to win was an addiction that he chased the high off until he could forget the world. 

He used to have a team, a whole crew, that was true, but once they lost the spark they once had, Max had no choice but to let them go. No one understood the drive he held in his heart, that raw passion that he would do anything to be the best, to have all those who doubted him rue the day they spoke against him. The saying was true: if you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself. 

So Max did. 

The race was to be held in the northern part of Noord-Brabant, where populations were sparse and there was nothing around but farmland. Street racing was frowned upon by the law in the Netherlands but it didn’t stop the dedicated few from still chasing that adrenaline. One of the farmers in the area offered up part of his property for the start of the race, where teams would prepare their cars before lining up at the starting line.

At the head of the long dirt road, five motorcars sat, idling in the chilly afternoon under cloudy skies: three Fords, two Chevrolets, and Max’s lone Bentley. Stijn was lined up directly beside Max in his obnoxious Ford and wearing ridiculous racing goggles, despite the fact his car had a roof and a windshield and shut doors. 

Max knew better than to care about what anyone else was doing; he was far too self-sufficient. Instead, he let the familiar rumble of his car vibrate through his veins and into his soul, feeling the comfortable grip of the steering wheel under his gloved hands, the gearshift, the petals under his feet. It was him and the car; one. 

The bearer of the flag walked to the middle of the dirt road and lifted it aloft for all the drivers to see. Then, in a few short seconds, he threw his arms down and the five automobiles tore away from the starting line with roars of their engines and clouds of dry dirt puffing up behind them. 

Max had this route etched in the back of his mind, if not for the years on which he had raced this same path than due to the sleepless nights he spent in his bedroom going over the map and what technique he would have to use to pull the most out of the car. It was mechanical to him now, muscle memory. Each shift of the gear, each defensive maneuver; he could have done it with his eyes closed. 

The dirt road was lined with spectators dotted amongst the few odd trees, cheering on who they wanted to win. Max’s name was a popular one, he was the four time champion after all, but some new names that had been popping up were gaining traction. It wasn’t just a fight for himself anymore, Max was fighting to keep his relevancy. The more he won, the more likely people want to see him succeed—to see how far he could take it. 

Stretched out in front of him, the farmland of the Netherlands was a familiar sight for Max, nothing but empty road ahead with his rivals in his dust. As he turned the last corner back towards the farm, the blur of one of the other drivers skidding off the road was caught in his peripheral vision. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the Chevrolet plowing right into the base of the large windmill, disappearing into its body, and immediately bursting into flames.

Max crossed the checkered flag first and he pulled over to the side of the road as the crowd went rushing towards the windmill. He climbed out of his car and turned towards it, the flames licking up the base of it and starting to catch on the sails. The farmer who owned the land and, thus, the windmill, was shouting in disarray, cursing and protesting over how much money this was going to cost him, loudly banning the races from ever returning to his property. 

Some of the bystanders, as well as Max himself, rushed towards the windmill and fought their way through the splintered siding to try and save the driver. The car was surprisingly intact when they approached it but the leaking gasoline had it ablaze and the metal was burning hot as Max yanked open the door and he and another gentleman helped to pull out the dazed man inside. He balanced the full-grown man between them, holding his arms over their shoulders, and they stumbled their way back out, coughing on smoke and the overpowering scent of burning metal and wood. 

Just as they hobbled out of the windmill and down the grassy embankment towards the crowd gathered on the road, one of the burning sails creaked and groaned and fell to the earth just beside them. The rescued driver was dropped onto the grass a safe distance away and his crew brought him some water. 

The bustle of the crowd, the flicker of flames, the scent of scorched wood and burning metal—it all faded into the background as Max stood there with the recovered driver, and, with his eyes burning from smoke, he found Stijn in the crowd. He stood cowardly behind a few spectators, an ever-present frown on his face, and envy in his eyes. 

For a fleeting moment, Max wondered if the man had expected him to stand idly by, to prove himself as self-serving as Stijn had always claimed. But Max wiped soot and sweat from his face before crouching down to help the man on the ground at his feet. Winning was what Max lived for, but it was not everything. He had nothing to prove—not to anyone.

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Painted up this Eris in my custom merc scheme: Vanguard PMC. They're named and styled after a 1982 Chevrolet Trans Van that used to park in my old neighborhood lol.

They bear the livery of the Lone Wolves, which is a canon merc unit formed from smaller mercenary commands. They operate like a coop which allows them to take larger contracts together. A great place to slot in an OC or two.

[coimbrabertone]

NASCAR Numerology: How NASCAR's Current Teams Got Their Numbers: Part Three.

Alright guys, we've done Trackhouse, Penske, Wood Brothers, RCR, and SHR, now we're gonna cover the numbers for Hendrick Motorsports, Roush Fenway Keselowski Racing, and Spire Motorsports. That's a grand total of nine cars to cover and some very historic numbers, so let's get on with the origins, the meaning, and some of the notable events in the history of some of the most significant numbers in modern day NASCAR.

We start with Hendrick Motorsports, which is a bit of a mess for two reasons:

The first is that Hendrick has like three different numbering schemes simultaneously: One built around the #5, one built around the #24, and a handful of car numbers that don't fit into either scheme.

The other is that Hendrick Motorsports has recently restructured, to the point where...the #5 is the #48, the #48 is the #88, the #9 is the #24, and the #24 is the #5.

Confused yet? Don't worry, I'll explain it all.

The Hendrick Motorsports story begins in 1984 with the All-Star Racing #5 of Geoff Bodine. This team initially had high aspirations, trying to sign the likes of Richard Petty, Dale Earnhardt, and Tim Richmond, but after sponsorship and co-ownership deals fell through, Rick Hendrick was left holding the bag alone, he and Geoff Bodine would need to make do with each other.

Well...they won Martinsville, Nashville Fairgrounds, and the season finale at Riverside.

This was enough to keep the #5 team alive, and for 1985, they returned, now properly under the Hendrick Motorsports banner. The #5 didn't win in 1985, but improved results throughout the season moved them up from 9th in the standings to 5th.

This was enough to finally win over Tim Richmond, who came over to start a second team with Folgers sponsorship - this was the #25, and Rick Hendrick's dad, Papa Joe, co-owning this entry.

Tim Richmond took seven wins in 1985 and finished 3rd in the standings, but unknown to everyone else...he was suffering from AIDS all this time. This would keep him out of the car for most of 1987 - with Benny Parsons running a Folgers #35 car in his place - but he would return midseason and immediately win two in a row at Pocono and Riverside.

Unfortunately, Richmond's return would only last eight races. Tim Richmond would attempt to return to NASCAR for 1988, but the medications he was taking to manage his illness conflicted with NASCAR's drug testing policy. Richmond would die from AIDS complications in August 1989.

Hendrick Motorsports at this point ran three numbers built around the #5 - the #5, the #25, and the #35.

They were also running the first non-scheme numbers in the form of the #17 with Darrell Waltrip, however, DW would take his team and his number in 1991 to start his own team, Darrell Waltrip Motorsports. The split was amicable, and Rick Hendrick actually helped DW get the team setup.

The next team - and the next numbering scheme - came in 1993, when Hendrick Motorsports hired Jeff Gordon to drive the #24. Initially, the team had intended to run the #46 - because for the movie Days of Thunder, Hendrick Motorsports provided the car and had Greg Sacks race at Phoenix 1989, Atlanta 1990, and Darlington 1990 to acquire footage.

The City Chevrolet sponsorship on the $46 Days of Thunder car is actually modeled on a real Chevrolet dealership that Rick Hendrick owns in Charlotte.

Unfortunately, issues with Paramount - who distributed Days of Thunder - prevented Hendrick Motorsports from running the #46 for real. So instead, they picked the #24, because it had relatively little history in NASCAR prior to Gordon, it was available, and it came right before #25. Thus began the most dominant partnership of the 1990s.

Jeff Gordon would win 93 times and would win championships in 1995, 1997, 1998, and 2001.

Terry Labonte in the #5 would add to Hendrick's 1990s domination with a 1996 championship.

Such was Jeff Gordon's success that, in 2001, Rick Hendrick allowed Jeff to become the co-owner of a new entry - the #48 of Jimmie Johnson. #48 was double #24, beginning the new numbering scheme. This would also see a part-time #84 car for Kyle Busch in 2004.

Jimmie would win the 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2013, and 2016 championships in the #48, equaling the 7 titles of Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardt.

Then we get the #88 car, which was set up in 2008 for Dale Earnhardt Jr. when he moved to Hendrick Motorsports. Why #88? Well, his DEI number was #8, Dale Jr. had a rabid fanbase, and a lot of people already had #8 merch and #8 tattoos. How to keep those people invested in Dale Jr.? Simple, make his new number two 8s, hence #88.

Thus, come 2017, Hendrick Motorsports has the #5 of Kasey Kahne, the #24 of Chase Elliott, the #48 of Jimmie Johnson, and the #88 of Dale Earnhardt Jr.

Then everything started to change.

For 2018, Chase Elliott moved to the #9, taking the number most associated with his famous father, Bill Elliott. Bill had run the #9 at his own team from 1975-1981, then continued running it at Melling from 1982 to 1991, and then ran the #9 again at Evernham Motorsports in 2001, 2002, and 2003 as he spearheaded Dodge's return to NASCAR.

Chase was in the #9, but he took his #24 team with him. Hence my joke about the #9 really being the #24.

Meanwhile, Kasey Kahne dropped out of Hendrick due to chronic dehydration issues impacting his ability to race. Kahne's #5 team became the #24 team for rookie William Byron.

Also in 2018, Alex Bowman took over the #88 for Dale Jr.

Fast forward to 2021, and Hendrick Motorsports shuffles things around again.

Kyle Larson started the 2020 season win Chip Ganassi Racing, however, during the COVID-19 hiatus, Kyle Larson used a racial slur on a hot mic during an iRacing event. McDonalds, Credit One Bank, and Chevrolet dropped him that day. This left Chip Ganassi no choice but to fire Larson the next day.

Kyle Larson was highly rumored to replace Jimmie Johnson in the #48 for 2021, but after the n-bomb incident, sponsor Ally didn't want to touch him.

Nevertheless, Larson dominated in dirt racing in 2020, completed a racial sensitivity course, and made outreaches to black communities to apologize for his actions, including a visit to the George Floyd Memorial in Minneapolis.

All of this convinced Rick Hendrick that he should hire Kyle Larson after all, but he needed to shuffle things around to make it happen.

The flagship #5, Hendrick's original number, would return for the first time since 2017, with Kyle Larson running it, primarily sponsored by Hendrick Cars, but also Valvoline, Cincinnati Inc., and Tarlton. The team, however, would be the same as Jimmie Johnson's 2020 #48 team.

Alex Bowman's #88 team, however, would switch to the #48 plate and take on Ally as their sponsor.

Thus the #24 became the #9, the #5 became the #24, the #48 became the #5, and the #88 became the #48.

An awful lot for one team, huh?

Roush is thankfully a bit simpler.

The #6 is Roush's flagship car and has been ever since they were founded in 1988. Why the #6? Then sponsor Stroh's Light wanted a one-digit number to be instantly recognizable. Thus, Mark Martin's time with the #6 began.

Initially, Roush built around the #6 brand, with their second car being the #16 Family Channel Ford and them running the #60 Winn-Dixie car for Martin's Busch Series starts.

Their third car in in 1996 was the #99, which didn't really fit - other than the coincidental of 9 being 6 upside-down so #99 is kinda like two sixes, but Jack Roush says that was a coincidence. But Roush Racing went back to the sixes scheme in 1998 with the #26 car. They also bought the #97 John Deere Pontiac in 1997 and changed it over to a Ford for 1998, bringing it into the team for a five-car effort.

Roush had a couple of six car races in 1999 because Jack grew interested in Busch series racer Matt Kenseth, who was running a Chevrolet for Robbie Reiser. Jack didn't seem to mind too much, and by the time 2000 rolled around, he took Reiser, Kenseth, and their #17 car into the Cup series, running the DeWalt Ford.

Matt Kenseth won Roush's first Cup championship in 2003 with the DeWalt #17, and so in 2024, RFK Racing's two cars are the #6 and the #17.

The original Roush number, and their first championship winning number.

Now for Spire Motorsports real quick.

The #7 car in NASCAR became famous due to owner-driver Alan Kulwicki, who in the late 80s and early 90s, insisted on doing things himself even as NASCAR was starting to move towards bigger, multi-car teams. Alan winning the championship himself in his own equipment in 1992 would inspire a slew of drivers to follow his lead in this era, but for Alan himself...well, he died in a plane crash on the way to Bristol in 1993.

He never got the chance to defend his title.

The #7 AK Racing team was taken over by Geoff Bodine in 1993 - 'member him from Hendrick? - and ran as Geoff Bodine Racing for awhile, before selling to Ultra Motorsports for 2000. Ultra Motorsports and the #7 car of Jimmy Spencer had precisely one notable moment to their name.

At the 2003 MBNA America 300 at Dover International Speedway, the #7 Sirius Satellite Radio Dodge was a lap down when the caution came out, becoming the first car to benefit from NASCAR's new beneficiary rule - implemented to stop drivers from racing back to the line after the caution flag came out - which led to commentator Benny Parsons dubbing him the lucky dog.

Sirius' logo at this point included a little dog.

So yeah, that's where the term "Lucky Dog" in NASCAR comes from, the more you know.

The #7 then went through Robby Gordon Motorsports for awhile, followed by Tommy Baldwin Racing - in which Danica Patrick made her final NASCAR start in the 2018 Daytona 500 - before winding up at Spire Motorsports for the 2021 season.

Corey LaJoie has run the #7 from 2021 to 2024, accomplishing fuck all, and will be replaced for the 2025 season. It is currently unknown who will replace him. Justin Haley has been linked to the ride, and he actually won Spire's only Cup series victory in only his third start at a rain-shortened 2021 Coke Zero Sugar 400 at Daytona.

Spire then built out their numbering scheme off the #7, with Carson Hocevar running the #77 and Zane Smith running the #71 - though he is due to be replaced by Michael McDowell for 2025.

So yeah, that's Hendrick, Roush, and Spire down. We've done #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, and #10 already, so next time we'll pick up with Joe Gibbs Racing and their #11 Toyota.

[vikkicomics]

The Red Baron's cameo in Ottoway Volume 2. I might repost this on his birth and death days. Landscapes are my weakness, and bird's eye shots too. Thank George Barbier for the Autumn colour scheme.

Major Isenstein's red 1915 Chevrolet is on the road below.

@tristandelarkadien for landscape art exchange!

[automotivealchemy]

Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS Sports Coupe Concept

Equipped with a Supercharged V6 motor with standard rear wheel drive. With a unique body styling and color scheme that offers stripes or solid colors to differentiate the SS Monte Carlo from the regular LT and LS models.

[kalied0skull]

Your turn!!!!! (I have a lot for baby facts and ext but I have l like Brain fog rn) give me any ideas you have for them or anything in this au if you want! No pressure though! :3

Chevrolet: basically the same as Soda but even SILLIER!!!!! Bc she’s like 3

Cowboy: quieter, not soft, still rough, he does act out, but he’s not loud, he’s just a fighter. 4

Clementine: a lot like Pony, definitely his father’s daughter. A lot of like Cathy aspects there too, more loud, quiet a talker. 2

Mickey: A lot like Marcia, funny, but also a lot like Twobit, loud and funny and a fighter. 5

Minnie; loud, playful, but like soft too, sensitive, 5

🤗😼

I'm color coding these because I'm too lazy to put names everytime

chevrolet , cowboy , clementine , mickey , minnie

absolutely glued to soda's hip at all times will not release his ass, she's like a little monkey with how she clings to him in all sorts of directions (clingy like her dad)

very much "tries to play tough kid" until he's given a toy or a snack, then he's mellowed out and big-pupiled like a cat with yarn, he's delighted to be there

this girl LOVES a good storytime. ponyboy reads her classics, and i feel like he'd even make the purchase of the Grimm Brothers books for her — she DEMANDS bedtime stories at least until she's 8 years old (because by then she can read them to herself)

she and two-bit are like thing one and thing two, marcia is always up to finding them doing DUMB SHIT. she's probably ended up like the peanut butter baby before. on multiple occasions.

this bitch tries to take two-bits cigarettes and beer whenever he's still at it (can't exactly quit full stop as an alcoholic, so i imagine he drinks on the rare) — his ass has been found hands covered in cigarette ash and mouth sticky with wine and who knows what else before the age of 5 at least on 10 different occasions

he's got his daddy's autism, always sensitive to loud noises and specific fabrics and real big lights — just ain't a fan of it all

she's a kicker in her sleep, which soda would be used to — had it not been for the fact she also just turns like a hamster in a wheel while she does it, so one of the dads be woken up with a foot in his face or some shit because she's been spinning around for the past 8 hours of sleep

evil and eviler. they're two tiny monsters, absolutely always scheming up some shit like their damn daddy

she's a big whiner like ponyboy, big "want" kid. it's like one of those words she says the most "i want it!" "i want this!" and Ponyboy's over there "okay but do you NEED it?" (reply is always yes) (she never truly means it)

PIGTAILS every morning before school. no other hair style will do, she needs pigtails at any possible chance ever. (it's an easy enough hairstyle for steve and soda to handle)

absolutely takes every chance to stomp on chevrolets shit like the little shit he is— baby doll? STOMPED. doll house? STOMPED. playdough? IN THE GROUNNDDDD.

unrelated but i feel like doing appearances too:

curly haired dirty blonde (platinum as a baby, gets browner with age, stays a light brown after like 14) white-ass freckled baby with big brown eyes with central heterochromia—green in the middle

chubby faced brunette boy with tight curls, resting pouting face and fuzzy eyebrows, moles here and there and big dark eyes ... fairly tan-skinned

auburn haired baby with big green eyes (kind of yellow-ish) that look brown in certain lightings so she CLAIMS they're hazel. (but they are mostly green, just like her dad smh), kind of pale skin and some freckles here and there, probably has a birthmark somewhere

brown fuzzy haired demon-child with wild blue eyes and freckles all over, absolute monster energy with his sharp-like teeth (that are also, slightly grown in wrong) and grabby hands that cling onto stuff like glue. he's a natural thief, thanks to his father's genetics

brown-nearly-red headed girl with soft green eyes and shares the same up-turned nose as her brother and mama, she looks way sweeter compared to mickey — but she ISN'T. it's deception and lies... hehehe

[starzyhoes]

transformers oc yapping time (i don’t really make descriptive oc’s anymore, i should prolly do character voice claims/what they sound like and backstories 😔)

If you want to use one/draw one or give me any ideas to add then go ahead!! Just make sure to ask/credit 😁

(1): Strikesaw (fav/main rn) - Specifically for Bayverse unless specified/adjusted and edited.

Name/Designation: Strikesaw Type: Decepticon Species: Cybertronian Gender(?): Mech/Male Car Type: V10 Dodge Viper (Black) - Super Car Optic Color: Red Occupation: Gunman. Assassin/Stealth. Gunman commander. Height: 27ft (approximately) Personality: Cocky, quiet, introvert, sarcastic, manipulative, irritated. Facts: Used to be an Autobot but very quickly switched sides. Does it for revenge/beliefs, not for following Megatron’s leadership.

(2): Zip - Used for Transformers One (unless specified ofc)

Name/Designation: Zip Species: Cybtertronian Gender(?): Male/Mech Sexuality: Homosexual (Gay) Occupation: Model Car Type: Pink sleek Sedan (Pink 1963 Chevrolet Impala SS to be more specific for other series and stuff) Optic Color: Blue Side: None (Pre-Movie) Autobot (Post-Movie) Height: 20ft (short in terms) (I NEED TO DO MORE RESEARCH ON HEIGHT FOR THE DIFFERENT SERIES AND STUFF LMAO) Personality: Flirty, zesty, sweet, loving (in a way? Can be taken as platonic/romantic idgaf) Facts: Has a T-Cog. Iacon’s top model (and/or stripper).

(3): Vaporwave/Vee (this depends on what series/movie/game/au is chosen)

Name/Designation: Vaporwave/Vee Species: Cybtertronian Type: Depends on AU/Series/Movie/Game Gender(?): Male/Mech Sexuality: Homosexual Color Scheme: Usually Red and Black with White finishes/details Car Type: Toyota Mk III Supra Optic Color: Blue Age: Unknown (Depends on AU/Series/Movie/Game) - Usually depicted to be an early adult Personality; Quiet, Strict, A Bit Aggressive, Loving towards Loved Ones/Others he’s close with. Flirty when chosen to be, Ambivert. Height: 28-30ft+ Facts: Uses patrolling as his private times for himself, making personalized weapons.

AHHH- I haven’t done an actual post in forever!!! Some things might be missing on them (facts and what not-) I just write down what I think of lmao!! If you wanna give me tips then plz do ilysm 🙂‍↕️🙏

[wierdartistmarcell]

Dean could feel the hot, black smoke within his being, it singed at the edges of his soul, burning him from the inside, leaving ashen smoke in place of the once-bright light which it slowly devoured.

He felt very little difference yet, other than the constant buzzing in his chest, like a dozen bees flying inside him, but other than that and a faint warmth over his heart, he felt no difference.

"Disappointed?" Crowley asked, spotting the confused expression on Dean's face.

Dean glanced at Crowley, his expression that of horrified realization. The reality of what he had just done truly setting in though uncertain if the horror was in regards to what he had done, or the fact he was giddy with joy about it.

"Fuck... I did it. I actually did it." He whispered, looking at his slightly shaking hands, before looking up at Crowley, defiance still burning on his eyes, in spite of the last echoes of their infernal deal still lingering in the night.

Crowley revelled in the moment and smirked with a regal satisfaction.

"Calm down, my fledgling. You are far from your final form yet You have a long road yet to travel until the last of that human glow is singed away. For now, return to your cozy little bunker. I will call upon you when I need you. But until then, your brother and dear mother await." The king of hell chuckled.

Dean nodded, his expression conflicted as the gravity of Crowley's words, and the reality of what he had just done, was still sinking in.

"What about them? Sam, Mom...? What do I tell them?" The question was equally pointed to himself as it was Crowley.

Crowley smirked and put his hands deep in his pockets and shrugged.

"Tell them nothing. Moose and Mama Bear don't need to know the details of our little arrangement. Let us just keep this little secret between the two of us, yes?" The king said, leering at Dean.

Dean clenched his jaw, but nodded, agreeing that it was indeed the best course of action.

"Understood." The man said, straightening his back.

Crowley narrowed his eyes, a feline smile on his lips, savouring the victory he had finally pulled in the infernal chess game he'd played with fate for the last half decade. And finally his pawn had reached the borders, and became a true queen, fit to topple any opposing king.

"Remember, Dean, you're my chess piece now. Play your part well, and perhaps I'll find more uses for you in the grand scheme of things." Crowley purred, sliding one hand over the taller man's neck.

Dean leaned into the touch, greedily seaching for the hellfire warmth which radiated from the demon's favourite vessel.

Then Crowley vanished, and Dean was left alone beneath the stars. Sometime during his and Crowley's deal. The old lamp had finally burnt out and died. Standing by his lonesome at the crossroads, he felt the weights upon his shoulders lessen slightly, as part of his guilt singed away through the corruption.

With a determined, yet conflicted expression, the former human walked into the darkness, to the waiting 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Bound for the bunker of the men of letters, he smiled slightly. The secrets he carried with him now spoke of danger, betrayal and sin. Yet most of all, they spoke of freedom.

Dean felt as if he was walking on eggshells, for the next few days after he returned to the bunker. He was navigating the home base with a newfound grace and an unsettling calm which had already set itelf within his now slightly less pronounced bow-legged gait.

Sam and Mary had made no comment on his slightly altered mannerisms. The fact that the changes, just as the corruption were so slow, was probably why no one took notice. But Dean, however. He noticed everything. Everything he had not been able to notice before.

Like how all the devil traps in the bunker were broken with hair-thin scratches through them, and how, even if Dean could yet not see it, he could feel a hellhound constantly stalking the halls. Dean had then realised that Crowley had been infiltrating and spying on them for Chuck knows how long.

Crowley... indeed, after that night at the crossoads, when he had pulled that demon to him and sealed their deal with an unneeded kiss. A kiss of sulphur, hellfire, of hate desperation, longing and more which he did not wish to confront even within his mind. He had not been able to help it.

He wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to just leave those thoughts, to forget those unwanted feelings. But as the days passed, and his shame was eaten away at by the demonic corruption, he slowly allowed himself to acknowledge what he felt. The peculiar mixture of undemonic loyalty and deep-rooted attraction.

Dean was no stranger to attraction. He found all manners of people attractive. He had never broadcasted the fact that he was a little bit more than bi-curious. His father had always been vocal regarding his thoughts on those that were not of traditionalism. So he had hidden away his attraction to men for most of his life. Overcompensated with treating women in a damned near misogynistic manner. All out of fear and shame. Out of the same kind of shame that had caused him to bury his attraction towards Crowley. Or so he had told himself, ever since he first had felt that clear attraction to the demon, when Crowley had, with such casual, flirtatious, and cocky mannerisms, given them the colt. And how his attraction had only grown with the years. Especially after the demon king decided to grow out that damned sexy beard. That beard would truly be the end of him...

The thing, however, which he was ashamed of, the thing he had refused to even allow himself to mull over, was not his attraction to Crowley's vessel. For it was a damned handsome one, but rather his attraction to Crowley himself, itself. The demon within the vessel. The blood red smoke which he had only seen a few times. Way too few times in his opinion.

He had felt intense shame about the implication beyond his attraction towards the demon.

In the library, Sam looked up from his piles of books. He had been reading up on all literature he could find, which even mentioned the antichrist, or the idea of human/angel hybrids.

Dean entered the room, holding two beers, the smile he wore, strained with the paranoia he felt, constantly on edge, fearing Sam would find out what he was doing, what he was becomming.

"Thanks. All good, Dean?" Sam said, accepting the beer from his big brother. Dean shrugged casually.

"Yeah, all is good with me. How's the hunt for Satan's spawn goin'?" He asked casually and sat down, twisting open his own beer.

"Most literature seems to refer to him as evil incarnate. Well, all except this one." Sam picked up one of the books and tossed it to Dean.

"Good Omens. Well that sounds like a good, well, omen." Dean said, looking at the cover, which depicted a man with devil horns and s forked tail laying over the title, a glass of wine in his hand. Beneath the title was the text:

The nice and accurate prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch.

"A book of prophecy?" Dean asked, looking at the book in confusion.

"Fiction, Dean. It's a fictional book. But it does present a very interesting take on the antichrist. In it, a normal human family accidentally take in the antichrist due to a mix up at the church where two women were giving birth. The antichrist grows to become just a normal kid, with normal values and morals. Nature versus nurture, Dean. What if this antichrist is actually like Adam, the antichrist in the book. What if he can be raised to be good?" Sam proposed.

Dean thought for a moment. Wasn't he pretty much the poster boy for nature superseding nurture? He was trained, since he was a young child, to be a Hunter. A fighter for the good in the world. Saving people, hunting things. Yet here he was, willingly becoming a demon. He was a natural at demonic proclivities. Killing, torture, sin... he knew he was a hedonistic sado-masochist. He was born to be one. He had tried to fight it all his life. But those occasions where he'd indulged... he'd never felt more free.

He could, and had, explained it away before as the first time, he had only started torturing after he had been tortured himself for 30 years, and the other time he was cursed by the murderous mark of Cain.

But that was not the whole truth, now was it?

He had no excuse for the fact that after his decade torturing souls in Hell, he still enjoyed torturing the living. He wanted to keep it to himself. Hide it away in the deepest reaches of his mind, but it kept rearing its ugly head, whenever he felt his knife slice through flesh. The way he could feel how his eyes ought to turn black when he felt blood on his hands. How he had to surpress his feral barghest grin, whenever the screams of pain he inflicted reached his ears.

It was his nature. It had been inevitable.

Crowley's hellhound guard had been watching the two brothers, and Crowley himself had been watching through her eyes. Having noticed the thoughtful look in Dean's eyes had peaked the ever so perceptive demon's bottomless curiosity. With a child-like mischevious delight, he decided to pop by the bunker unannounced for a chin wag and a cuppa.

Dean had moved to the kitchen, where he was staring blankly at a burger, not feeling hungry.

"Well, well, look at you. Playing house not doing much for the ol' appetite, eh? How's domestic life treating you?"

Dean rolled his eyes, giving the burger a death glare, before pushing the plate away.

"Shut it, Crowley. What do you want?" He looked up, not surprised to see Crowley, dressed in a fine, black suit, sitting vis a vis himself at the small table.

"I was in the neighbourhood and decided to check in on my favourite Winchester. A little doggy been whispering in my ear that you've been avoiding the family dinner table. Got something you need to get off your chest, my dear demon fledgling?" He purred, teasingly.

Dean shot Crowley a glare, torn between irritaion, and the unsettingly intense crush which seemed to only grow more uncontrollable within the demon's presence.

"You are hilarious. Such an absolute jokester. Fuck outta my kitchen." He sneered, half-jokingly. Crowley smirked at that and leaned his elbows onto the table, cocking his head slighty in the manner which always made Dean's heart jump in his throath.

The walls of the kitchen bunker seemed to echo with the unconventional, yet by now very much familiar emotional dance of the two men. Their banter, as usual, was charged with the energy which was uniquely theirs. Tension, lust, camraderie and a dark, twisted, non-judgemental understanding.

"And that, my dear Squirrel, is why I am always cocksure when it comes to deciding nicknames." Crowley smirked, as the newly ressurected Mary Winchester entered the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at the scene before her.

"What's going on here, then? Who's this? Another hunter friend of yours?"

Dean, quick on his feet, and snappy with his tongue, shot Crowley a sly, demonic glance before turning to Mary with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, hey, mom. Not much is happening, no. I'm just having lunch with my boyfriend, Fergus." He said, reaching out, placing one of his hands over Crowley's. Crowley arched an eyebrow, caught off guard by Dean's impromptu cover story. But even though he was surprised, he was far from unhappy with the idea.

"Ah, so this is the infamous Mary. What a pleasure to finally meet you." He said, flashing her one of his most charming smiles.

"Who says us hunters cannot find love?" Dean smiled, leaning forwards, looking for any adverse reaction from his mother.

He was pleasantly surprised that his mother seemed to have no reaction at all to the idea of him dating a man.

Mary seemed merely amused as she looked at the two and quirked an eyebrow.

"I've been back for what? Two months? Why didn't you introduce us earlier?" She asked with a smile, holding a hand out for Crowley. "Mary Sandra Winchester." She said. Crowley raised an eyebrow in response before taking the offered hand.

"Fergus Roderick MacLeod." He replied

"You hunt, Fergus?" Mary asked.

"At times. I'm more of a specialist at certain things. They call me up for cases now and then." He smiled, then placed his free hand on top of Dean's, electricity surging through the both of them. "But this is simply a casual pop-by. Hate going too long without seeing my dear Squirrel." Crowley purred with a smile.

Mary chuckled and shook her head.

"You two go ahead and enjoy your little date, I'll leave you be." Mary said with a wink and walked out of the kitchen

Dean and Crowley exchanged subtle glances as Mary left the room, both of them realizing the absolute absurdity of their situation. Which caused them both to laugh after they were certain the Winchester matriarch was gone.

"Surprising how fast she accepted the lie." Dean said with a smirk.

"Boyfriends, Winchester? Really?" Crowley asked with a raised, amused eyebrow.

"First thought that came to mind. Let's just play along for now and keep the cover up." He smirked.

"You truly are a dark horse, Dean." Crowley teased, interlocking his fingers with Dean's. "I do not mind toying with your family." He smirked, leaning closer.

Dean swallowed hard, as it dawned upon him that he was once again fully entangled in Crowley's spiderweb of charms. To pretend that Crowley was his boyfriend, and to keep the fact they were both demons a secret from Mary was going to be very difficult for the hunter. Especially as his feelings for the king of Hell seemed to just deepen and deepen the more his soul ashened.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1990 Corvette ZR1

We already know that the C4 Corvette is one of the most beautiful Corvette models ever hit the market. But the 1990 ZR1 took things to another level with a unique paint scheme and many design touches. This was the generation of the Corvette that introduced the world to the digital dashboard. Among the other unique design touches were the T-Top removable glass panes and the spoiler on the hatch (via Barnfinds).

1990 Corvette ZR1

The Corvette line has advanced quite a bit over the years and was pioneered by unique design and speed. The C4 is often the most underrated generation of the Corvette, but it was by far one of the most beautiful and unique generations. Chevrolet would advance the Corvette line quite a bit over time, and the C4 was the first of these new advances, including fuel injection.

[netscapenavigator-official]

General Motors has, at every turn of their EV game, flubbed their naming scheme.

They started with the 1997 General Motors EV1. Kinda simple, but it became rather iconic, and nobody was doing simple names like that back then. The vehicle itself was thrown into infamy, so even though it was discontinued, repossessed, and destroyed, surely GM would want to cash in on that infamous name with their second electric car, right?

WRONG! We're calling it the 2012 Chevrolet Volt. After the electrical unit. EV2 is sooo last decade. Oh, but we're gonna keep with the theme, and in Europe it'll be called the Opel Ampera, after the ampere electric unit.

Great! So we have a few other electric units to work with. We've got the Watt (and all its prefix variants). We've got the Ohm, too. That'll be a fun naming scheme for a while. We can also always go back to calling them the EV[#] once we get back in the business of full-electric cars, right?

WRONG AGAIN! We're calling our new fully-electric car the Bolt. After lightning, cause that's cool. What? You're saying that's too close to the "Volt," and people will get them confused? Nahhhh. We'll slap "EV" on the end of the name. That way nobody will confuse them (they did and still do.) Don't worry, though, we'll make up for in Europe where we're calling the car the... Ampera-e... even though it shared zero parts with the plug-in hybrid it's named after, and "Ampera" itself was already a word jumble of ampere, but now we're bringing back the letter e, but slapping it on the end with a dash... so........ But don't worry! We'll try again. This time we'll come with even better names!

WRONG AGAIN AGAIN! We gave up. Now we're calling all of our EVs by the nameplates of our gas powered models with "EV" slapped on the end of the name, even thought the Equinox EV, Blazer EV, Silverado EV, Sierra EV, etc. share no parts or even visual similarities with their iconic gas-powered counterparts. It won't confuse consumers. (It will, and it does.) Don't worry, though! We won't mess up the name in Europe, this time, because........ we left the European market and sold Opel to Stellanis. Goodbye.

[vivekbsworld]

Wedding Car Rentals in Trivandrum: A Guide to Adding Elegance to Your Big Day

Your wedding day is one of the most significant events in your life, and every detail needs to reflect the beauty and grandeur of the occasion, including the car you arrive in. A luxurious, well-decorated car is not just a mode of transportation but a symbol of style and elegance. In Trivandrum, several wedding rentals car services provide a variety of options to suit different preferences and themes, ensuring that you arrive in style on your special day.

1. Why Choose a Wedding Car Rental?

Wedding car rentals have become increasingly popular for several reasons:

Elegance and Style: A luxurious car adds a touch of sophistication to your wedding day, enhancing the overall atmosphere and look of the event.

Convenience: Renting a car for your wedding eliminates the stress of transportation logistics, allowing you to focus on enjoying your special day.

Customizable Decorations: Many rental services offer customized car decorations based on your wedding theme, color scheme, and preferences.

Variety of Options: Whether you want a classic vintage car, a sleek luxury sedan, or an extravagant limousine, wedding car rental services offer a wide range of options.

2. Popular Wedding Car Rental Options in Trivandrum

Trivandrum offers various car rental services specializing in wedding rentals, providing a fleet of vehicles to match your wedding style. Here are some popular choices:

Luxury Sedans: Brands like Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi are the top choices for couples who want a modern, stylish entrance. These cars exude sophistication and are perfect for elegant, contemporary weddings.

Vintage Cars: For a royal or vintage-themed wedding, renting a classic car like a Rolls-Royce, Ambassador, or Chevrolet Vintage can add a timeless charm to your big day.

Limousines: If you want to make a grand entrance, a stretch limousine is the ultimate symbol of luxury and prestige. Limousines are also spacious, accommodating larger bridal parties with ease.

SUVs and High-End Cars: For couples looking for both luxury and comfort, high-end SUVs like the Land Rover Range Rover or Toyota Fortuner offer ample space and a premium feel.

Convertibles: For outdoor, beach, or garden weddings, a convertible car adds a romantic and fun element to the experience.

3. How to Choose the Perfect Wedding Car

Choosing the right car for your wedding involves a few important considerations to ensure it aligns with your wedding theme, style, and budget. Here’s a guide to help you make the right choice:

Wedding Theme and Style: The car you choose should complement the theme of your wedding. A vintage car suits a traditional or classic wedding, while a luxury sedan or limousine is ideal for a modern, glamorous event.

Size and Comfort: Consider the size of the bridal party. If you’re traveling with bridesmaids, groomsmen, or family members, opt for a larger car or an SUV that offers sufficient space and comfort.

Decoration Options: Many rental services provide wedding car decoration packages, including floral arrangements, ribbons, and other decorative elements. Ensure that the decorations align with your wedding colors and theme.

Budget: Wedding car rentals can vary greatly in cost, depending on the type of car and rental duration. Set a budget in advance and choose a car that fits within your financial plan without compromising on style.

Rental Duration: Some rental services charge by the hour, while others offer full-day packages. Make sure to calculate how long you’ll need the car, including time for photo sessions, to ensure a smooth experience.

4. Top Wedding Car Rental Services in Trivandrum

Trivandrum boasts several reputable wedding car rental companies that offer a variety of vehicles and packages to make your day special. Here are a few popular options:

Southgate Travels: Known for its wide fleet of luxury vehicles, including sedans, SUVs, and vintage cars, Southgate Travels provides customized wedding car packages with decorations.

Royal Wedding Cars Trivandrum: Specializing in high-end and luxury cars, this service offers options like BMW, Audi, Mercedes-Benz, and even stretch limousines for a grand entrance.

Kalyani Wedding Car Rentals: This company is popular for offering well-maintained luxury and vintage cars, providing options for both traditional and contemporary weddings.

Star Wedding Cars: With a focus on premium services, Star Wedding Cars offers a selection of stylish vehicles and bespoke decoration packages to meet individual needs.

5. What to Expect from a Wedding Car Rental Package

Wedding car rental services often come with special packages that include:

Customized Decorations: Flowers, ribbons, and banners that match your wedding theme.

Chauffeur Service: Professional, well-dressed drivers who ensure timely arrival and smooth travel for the bride and groom.

Photo Opportunities: Many services offer the car for additional time to accommodate wedding photography sessions.

Flexible Rental Hours: Packages range from a few hours to the entire day, depending on your needs.

Backup Support: In case of any mechanical issues, most services offer a backup car to ensure your day remains uninterrupted.

6. Tips for a Smooth Wedding Car Rental Experience

To ensure your wedding day transportation goes off without a hitch, keep these tips in mind:

Book Early: Wedding cars, especially in-demand models, can be booked out months in advance. To secure your preferred car, make your reservation early.

Inspect the Car: Before finalizing the booking, inspect the car in person to ensure it’s well-maintained and matches your expectations.

Discuss Routes and Timings: Communicate your wedding day schedule and routes with the rental service to ensure timely pick-ups and drop-offs.

Confirm Decorations: If the car rental includes decorations, discuss your preferences beforehand to ensure the look complements your wedding theme.

Conclusion

A well-chosen wedding car can add an extra layer of elegance and style to your big day. Whether you’re dreaming of a classic, vintage ride or a sleek, modern luxury car, Trivandrum’s wedding car rental services offer a wide variety of options to fit your style, budget, and preferences. By planning ahead and selecting the perfect vehicle, you can ensure a grand and memorable entrance on your wedding day.