At 3,200 RPM with the pedal pushed completely to the floor the
speedometer needle could almost say hello to 70 MPH. Dust particles
would flow through the air vents. The hood would lift at the rear;
straining the latch and threatening to open. The roar of the engine
matched the wind noise and blocked all other sounds.
Emblems, chrome, and covers were removed. The once blue metallic paint
had been replaced by a mixture of light and dark gray primer, Bondo,
and fiberglass. The interior complimented the sparse exterior. There
were no sun visors, door skins or a center console. Those were deemed
unnecessary and removed. Two well worn bucket seats, their upholstery
disintegrated from age, covered with itchy tweed-like seat covers to
keep the foam in place, accommodated the driver and passenger. The
smell of oil and exhaust regularly filled the cabin.
The temperamental car would occasionally refuse to return to life and
leave its occupants stranded, but it offered a new found freedom
capable of masking any downside.
Circa June 1989. The [vehicle in question].