Classic Car Club: Confessions

At Classic Car Club, when we hand you the keys to missiles, we don’t expect Cub Scout behavior. We suspect some shenanigans are afoot. It’s what we’d do, after all.

Did we tell you about the time a drug kingpin was nabbed in a CCC whip? Or the time the GT40 outran cops to the Floridian border? We will. But first, we want to hear your stories. The salacious details. The caper. The getaway. The sin.

But don’t fret. We don’t want to know your name. We’re not mad. Tell us anonymously, here. Your misdeeds will be celebrated.


Classic Car Club.