Scotty, I do like them to be all one color when possible! Seriously, before I did bodywork I was in auto paint distribution. That made it easier (sales rep would "comp" a few things) through those years. Grape was the last of that, so there won't be any more that I can foresee. I sure as hell can't afford any of it. Day of the 69 GP shoot, $1,200 went through the gun. At least! These days what I drive has factory paint that lasts 15 years. Kills the need, and the creativity.
Bandook, I gotta try real hard to keep myself believing I'll never get hit again. How its gotta be. Last wreck damn near knocked over my sanity. Its still wobbling anyway. I'd like to think I've learned to be fairly observant in traffic. But yeah I guess its like a pet... all you can see is a little ball of fur thats too cute to not give a home to. Then ten years later your house reeks and you have to decide when to put it down. I've always just ran the course and let chips fall where they may, with little consideration for whats next.
Contrary to popular assumption, my username has nothing to do with wrecking. Never has. I'll explain...
Magazine forums are where I started interwebbin at. Having pondered my statement to the world in thinking up an online name, I came up with "drivejunk". And thats how I began over at Car Craft's site. Not long after that, the user/pass didn't work one day so I added the "i" which changed the message. Well, it stuck that time and here we are many years later. My original intent was to tell people to drive junk. Meaning don't scrap and buy new, fix old and drive.
Nobody ever got that message from it. But I don't mind making fun of myself. There was over five years of unwrecking bliss with the IDJ name before the wrecks even started. My driving never changed but the local population exploded in my face. Now local traffic is mortal combat and I just try to slip through or go around un-noticed. But then I got the cool job and can't avoid 40 miles a day of sailing the idiot oceans. Bam-a-lam. The only wreck I've been at fault in was the 40th car. I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Without further ado... my grape warrior, beginning at the turn of the century:
