the bad penny (long story, bear with me)

the guys over on Dippy.org took to calling my wife Dip killer, but I think the car was content with her. She saved it from the boneyard and drove the hell out of it (boy, did she ever.) If any of you are familiar with the roads down in the Catskills area, you'll know they are winding and narrow. That cop suspension was put to use. I followed her home one night and never saw the brake lights come on for some of those curves. I also know that no matter what the engine she was a stoplight terror down there, having been in the car when she routingly pulled the headlights out of area Rustangs and Camaros. I think the car had just had enough and wanted to come home. If ever there was a car with a personality bordering on human, it is that car.