Wednesday, December 19, 2012


My old friend gets hauled off to the scrap yard. I stopped driving this one about 8 yrs ago after my 4th transmission failed. the original engine had a mere 100k on the clock. It had an oil change record every 3k miles. This was the pre-cross country 747 racer van. Both 747 vans since have had over 200K each and still running. This one was the smoker's lounge for the college dorms, the king of snow drift busting, the dough nut slider, the neutral dropping, RV camshaft, burn out smoker, fast and furious fart car tromping stop light racer of Phoenix. When parties were weaning 650 Willy and I would put on our full face mx lids and like vikings pillage fast food drive throughs and hotel land scapings. long before retiring her I once rolled her in down town Steamboat Springs, drifting at speed on tarmac thinking I was All Unser, too much to drink. It ended up pretty much in Lord Mick's front yard. His parents called the police (before we knew each other). Never even cracked a window or busted a light. By the time I wright this it is probably finally getting crushed. Tough old godamned fuckinsumbitch.

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