What to drive

1976 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am
The view looks like this, except with infinity more completely disinterested hot college girls

or rather do the crow’s nest in, from the back seat, as Pod eases through a sea of drunk Greek assholes and wenches. Then later, get out among your people and cop some feels.

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Summer Daze

drifting away…
The Marquis wasn’t always crashed. By Buicks.  Or curbs at Bilbo’s. It wasn’t always bald, as the vinyl roof got peeled off like it was a meth addict.

Mercury Marquis
Car surfing before it was cool. Nice beer can.

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Oh, Thank Heaven

Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying.  Pod and OG were finishing college.  Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit.  His job at one restaurant […]

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Good Night, Sweet Prince

“Now cracks a noble oil pan heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to the junk yard thy rest.” – Horatio Caine on Mel Gibson (Hamlet, act V, scene ii) It was 20 years ago today (give or take) that the 1976 Mercury Marquis bit it. Phi Sigma Kappa from CMU came […]

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