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| Home: Carport, Connecticut. Age: The sticker says they're '78 models, but some of the options date back to the '50s. Profession: Spewing aural hydrocarbons into the American radiosphere; tranporting commuterpthrongs, via boulevards of bliss, to cities of semi-sedation. Hobbies: Littering highways with wads of flat-but-awfully-wide rabbit, skunk and Bambi carcasses; tire-iron tourneys; Ziebart weekends. Last Book Read: Removing Sparrows From Chrome Radiator Shrouds by Mr. Goodwrench. Last Accomplishment: Avoided getting cast in Gumball Rally, Death Race 2000 or any Burt Reynolds movies. Quote: "Actually, the world needs more Ocaseks and violence." Profile: Responsible for more accidental fatalities in this country than any other single factor, this death-to-discombile has been chopped, overhauled, galvanized and heavy metal-flaked; with the enigma of the Edsel, the chutzpah of the Hudson, the convenience of the Corvair and the quaint nurditude of the Nash, these guys ought to meet E.P.A. standards for quite a while. Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Bob Alford
