Falcooney 2 had a three speed stick on the column and 170 cubic inch 6 cylinder under the hood.  Actually it was very slow and seemed hinged in the middle somehow when going around a corner.  The back window sort of fell out and I wired it back on.  It only slightly leaked in the rain and was very cold in the winter.  But not nearly as cold as the bike.  And much more practical. 

I did enjoy having a convertible in the summer, but I suppose I did not lower the top too often.  It was too much of a pain.  Naturally a nice stereo found a home here too.  But with no package shelf in the back for requisite 6x9s I had to be satisfied with 5 inch rounds in the kick panels.  Not the best sound.

While the convertible part was cool and the car did sort of remind me of Falcooney 1 I grew tired of it over time.  Then I went and did a shameless thing.  I bought another car and did not even try to sell Falcooney 2.  To add severe insult to life threatening injury the car I bought was a mustard color 1970 Ford Maverick.  Even now the thought makes me shudder.

Falcooney 2 sat forlorn in the Millside Manor Apartment parking lot for some months.  Then one morning it was gone!  There was a note in its place.  The apartment complex had it towed!  The shame!  I did not even try to rescue Falcooney 2.  I took the title over to the garage that towed it away so I did not owe the towing charge.  Poor Falcooney 2, hasta la vista.