Now, which brings us to our last item, and again… please excuse the language in Mr. Kowalski's will. I'm simply reading it the way it was written.
«And I'd like to leave my 1972 Gran Torino… to my friend, Thao Vang Lor on the condition that you don't chop-top the roof like one of those beaners don't paint any idiotic flames on it
like some white-trash hillbilly and don't put a big, gay spoiler on the rear end like you see on all the other zipperheads' cars. It just looks like hell. If you can refrain from doing any of that,
The day after I got my driver's license, I went out and bought a 1963 Galaxie, Midnight Blue. 1,255 bucks; every penny I earned for the past three years working in a gas station. I loved it. Because a car to a sixteen-year-old kid means independence, which means he can go wherever he wants whenever he wants. And that doesn't change with age; in fact, it means even more.