Just yesterday, Bret stepped up to the plate. High school buddy and former business partner in our summer arcade during college, he recently uploaded a batch of photos to facebook. And in among them, was this yellowish wonder.
By the looks, this was taken after high school. I can only surmise this because of the condition of the car. As a senior in high school, a group of friends and I flipped it over a stonewall and into the woods one night. My father, as punishment, wouldn't let me fix and run it during part of my first year in college. I have no comments about the windshield-sized glasses I was wearing, the foolish grin, nor the t-shirt that'd probably only fit around my left arm nowadays.