A grab bag sampler of The Raptor's misadventures
My dad, who was LAPD and worried I was turning into a juvenile deliquent, bought me a shiny new red Corvair Monza and made the downpayment -- as a surprise. I had to make the payments. He was worried I was going to buy this ground-shaking, monster 57 Chevy hot rod and kill myself. Little did he know what a death trap he put me in. Ralph Nader got it right.
I never got the hot rod (My best friend was setting up drag races for money in anticipation of my getting it) -- I was preempted by my dad. This was my first car, which may explain some of my more serious personality disorders.










