named Wine Berry. The wheels are the Torque Thrust 7×15 front and 8×15 rear. The massive scoop grabs the forty coupe by the neck. A
successful collision. Paul grinned maliciously, commanded third gear again and we passed Northport Hot Mineral Springs like a pinball ball shoot out on the track. And... that was the Mineral Springs I said.
Nonsense said Paul. Rich bitches pay 120 bucks to bubble in lukewarm acid smelling cow dung. He took a firm grip on the steering wheel and hang a right into a dirt road, span into the woods, hit the reverse with a new klonk and pulled to a stop. He never uses the brake, I thought.
Paul had brought the amplifier and guitar. The air was still. The calm was like a sudden craving ears. From the roaring car to a vacuum of silence, but it would soon be neutralized when various well known Billy Gibbons, ZZ top riff were squeezed out of the strings.
Paul Hodson was born in New Jersey and came to Florida as a teenager. No desire to return. He rather grabs the spanner at any time in the 85-degree shade with a fan behind the back. By day he carries out spare parts to shops and garages and in the evenings he plays the bars.A desire for cars and guitars has become the life of the old cowboy. Four hour gigs five nights a week during the 80’s and 90’s. Say a song and he plays the intro.
He finds fixer upers around 3000 and gets them going and shining. A complete car guy with a range from welding to assembling motors to painting. But for the Studebaker he paid dearly.