She spent her weekdays hiding in the high school parking lot, and her nights cruising endless loops on small scale search-and-destroy missions among jacked up pickup trucks and grizzly Finlanders. I cannot count the times she effortlessly wove up slate-gravel two-tracks, along four-wheel trails with trees bouncing off the windshield, on the heels of a log truck full of prime hardwood. Though her ground clearance couldn't have been more than eight inches, she pounded through three foot snow drifts with ease, and once forded a small lake in Nestoria , without so much as wetting the carpet.
It was in this service that she acquired the code name “Cav One.”
RS and Cav One would go to any lengths for several hundred feet of steel pipe
In the year 2000 she entered the third stage of her life by returning to Ohio, in what was aptly called the “Freedom Ride” by some observers. It was rumored that she arrived with a trunk load of grey goose vodka taken from the mafia at a truck stop in Michigan. At this point her history becomes a matter of some debate, and I’m afraid I was not present to confirm or deny the scope of their meddling. It seems that the FBI became aware of her presence as the jobs became more daring. Without her backwoods advantages, she was left to rely on her speed and wit, and at the end of the day she had nowhere to retreat. Agents broke and entered during the night on at least three occasions, pilfering whatever they could in attempts to build a case against the infamous RS. They tried to wire tracking devices into the dashboard on numerous occasions, and I was called into service to wire the radio back on.
Finally she was too hot for RS to handle. The feds were closing in and Cav One was too old to continue her bold escapes. He’d been detained at the border on a technicality, and only barely escaped prosecution. In late 2002 I acquired the cav for a mere fraction of what she was worth (I'd say 3/2 - due to some obvious miscalculation on behalf of the Kelley Blue Book resale value). Mostly I let her roam in the pasture. Oil was changed regularly, her trips north were infrequent, and she was always given gas when she needed it. But then, one muggy summer night, while she slept peacefully on Prospect Street, an undercover Pontiac came from nowhere and tore into her trunk, showering plastic taillight in all directions. A note on the windshield informed me that next time I would not be so lucky.
Top 20 Selling Passenger Cars in the U.S., 1999–2001
5. Chevrolet Cavalier 272,122
