MODIFIEDSPOTLIGHT: Restomods AS HE CAME OF AGE in the nation of Lebanon in the 1970s, Habib Chababi knew about American muscle cars — the sight, the sound, the smell, the feel. “In my last years there, there were older boys in my neighborhood who had American muscle cars. One had a black Charger — I didn’t know enough then to know whether it was a ’68, ’69, or ’70. Others had GTOs and Chevelles. One guy who had a Buick Skylark would do donuts in the church yard.” Such hoonery made a lasting impression. First thing first, however. “My mother, five siblings, and I arrived in the States in 1981 as war refugees. My aunt sponsored us, and we came to the States for a better life. At first, we…
