For some reason the sound isn't working (I'm sure it's my phone), but in my head I can already hear the guy who drives steam cars talking about "dangerous" old fashioned brakes, tires, torsion bars, seats, paint, carbs, etc.
Yuck.
I seriously would only buy this (type) of car if I could make money flipping it. If I had to keep it, I'd pay no more than $3500 and I'd just beat it like a daily driver minivan.
The character is gone. These cars remind me of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies or the people who transplant some dead person's face over their own. (I mean, I do feel bad for those people, but creepy...) That car is just a zombie skin covering something totally different.
...and the billet 1930s hot rod mirrors look like pooh.