Goodbye.

Six months to grow it, six seconds to shave it,

-Shady

Goodbye.

Thanks for the memories.

Another year,

-Shady

Saying goodbye to this chapter with a short glass of Absolut.

Bottoms up,

-Shady

I’m not a car guy…

…but I absolutely loved my third car. It was a cherry red, 1967 Ford Galaxie 500 that had a pitch-black vinyl interior. So pretty.

I named it “The Satanic” because it was the type of car the Devil himself would drive, and because it was as big as the Titanic. You could seriously sit eight people comfortably across the car’s two bench seats.

Here’s a picture of Dave Crosland and I sitting in it back in 2003. You can click on the image to view a larger version.

Unfortunately, rising gas prices and a move to Los Angeles forced me to sell “The Satanic” back in 2008. My Aunt Teri and Uncle John purchased the car from me just before I left Milwaukee.

Sadly, the frame of the car had become rusted throughout, so my aunt and uncle decided to sell it off for parts to a guy from Michigan. They just sent me the last photos I’ll ever see of her. Of course, since it’s winter in Wisconsin, they had to dig her out first.

Thanks for all of the awesome memories, darling. The Dodge Stratus I drive now doesn’t have shit on you.

The cars of today lack style,

-Shady

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