The_DropOut

Back in the late 80's my brother & I helped my Dad channel 5" out of his 1957 Studebaker Scotsman. The grease slowly oozed into my soul. Several years ago I was jolted awake, a cold oily sweat covered my face. I realized that it had finally happened... I had become hopelessly addicted ...and I liked it.

Late one night in 2008 I was driving home from some lame event. Something unexpected caught my eye down a dark side street. Two magic words were smeared on the rear window in white shoe wax...they read "For Sale". My will power was sapped, I could not resist. It is a 1962 Ford Ranchero. I named it 'The Cursed Tiki' because its been nothing but trouble since day one.