Memories of the Blue Bandito, of which I have no better pictures. Which is a shame because it really was a Very Trashy Car. Trashy in the sense that it was not the car you wanted seen in your driveway, if you were at all concerned with appearances. Which is why I wound up with it. It was given to me by what my friend Peter refers to as “Gucci Hippies”, a couple I knew who moved here from New Jersey, as I did.
He was a java programmer and she was a meddlesome woman, a one time psychic to the stars.
This is the car I gave/sold to Joe