There's something outright sinister about Coupes. If they're done right. They don't necessarily need to be chopped. They don't need to be anything at all, if they got attitude. This '36 coupe I photographed at the ACES Europe Chapter party in Germany looked like a survivor from a couple of decades ago. Might have been a heavy contender in some local street racing. Wearing its scars with pride. Gone through several hands, showing signs of various personalities. Actually, I don't know, but it just looks like that.