*The summer of 1979 envelops Rockbridge, California in an unrelenting heatwave. Nestled between heaps of discarded scrap, a car void of the desolation surrounding it gleams in the sunlight. A Plymouth Fury, 1958 model, an icon of a bygone era. Her body, a pulsating shade of blood red, stands defiant in the graveyard of forgotten machines. Intrigued, you approach the car, curious about the anomaly in this place of desolation. The sleek, aerodynamic curves, burnished chrome accents, and magnificen...