I remember a red 70 Daytona with a black wing in Lafayette, Indiana in the mid 70's. The only thing I remember about it that it belonged to a guy that was selling marijuana. It was offered to me after a deal went bad and someone knifed all four tires on the car. It was sitting in the front yard of his house and he said to get that old piece of sh!t out of there (his words). He wanted $600 for it, and since I was just a punk with no cash, and thought it was one ugly car at the time, I said he!! no! (as I sit here kicking myself in the arse once again).


The funny thing about science is that if you change one miniscule parameter you change the entire outcome to the way you want it.

JB Rhinehart, Realist

A-Body's RULE!