Cracker and pops, switching out the Zephyr for a different piece of shit. Actually, this was a pretty good car, except that it freaked out at highway speeds. Madonna had to come pick me up one sexathon weekend, somewhere north of Ann Arbor, because it just refused to go faster than 55 – as if it had a governor. [ca. February 1985]
Pops had a 1980 dark green one that succeeded the Monarch. Orange on the dash and black wall tires and the smell of undercoating were its redeeming qualities.