Against all odds (mostly logistical in nature), it was a raging success. But it bore RS’s audacious signature and soon the city was swarming with gun toting maniacs intent on bringing down the cavalier cowboy.
They found her on the streets, smashed the window and stole a $14.99 tape adapter. It made no sense. RS began to feel the paranoia of being watched. One day while backing out of a garage, a wall jumped out and ripped the driver side mirror off. RS took sweet revenge on that unfortunately placed wall, using the cav bumber as battering ram. Without his trusted mechanic, he ingeniously repaired the mirror with three drywall screws and a power drill.
Finally, on January 28, 2007, RS and the ’94 reached the end of the road. With the authorities scouring the coast for a teal cavalier, RS disposed of it much as I had parted with Cav One years before. She was given a burial at sea in the cold, dark Pacific.
It is with great sadness that we bid farewell to these beleaguered machinated road warriors. Never again will they lawlessly race along I75, pedals to the metal (barely making 70) with the setting sun gleaming on their rusting door panels.
OHIO
1. Olds Cutlass/Supreme/Ciera
2. Buick Century
3. Chevrolet Cavalier
