After a short search I found this 1966 Plymouth Satellite with a 273 cubic inch V8.  At least this car was not called Fury.  A satellite did not sound fast and my car help up its end of the bargain.  I installed that cool stereo I now owned and some speakers I coughed up. 

This was a reliable car that just screamed car.  That is all it was, it was a car.  Nothing sexy or racy, just dependable transportation with no agenda.  Of course It was a hard top so you could roll both side windows down for a clean look.  But for entertainment that was about it. 

I drove Satellite for a while and it sort of grew on me, like an old pair of jeans.  I thought of 440 cubic inch engines and mag wheels but somehow they just did not fit satellite.  Plus I could not afford any of that stuff.  My job as a printer had ended, my unemployment ran out, and my career in a margarine factory with a hair net lasted exactly one night. 

I then scored a job as night janitor thanks to my friend Life.  This was a dangerous job.  Not because the job itself was dangerous but because to get to work I had to drive this janitorial van that had the drivers door closed with a bungee cord.  You see the door did not latch.  My employer was not the sharpest implement on the shed.  Osha would turn over in his grave! What?

I kind of liked this job.  I cleaned the truck side of a Ford dealership.  I could work at my own pace and it was very quiet.  But when I got there the place was a mess.  It was cool to look at what was on people's desks.  It did not seem to connect to me that there was a number of janitorial service phone numbers on the managers desk.  But I should have connected the dots.  One night about a week later my keys would not work, they changed the locks!  What a way to fire the janitorial service.  And there I was risking my life with the bungee doored truck.  Apparently my predecessor was an alcoholic and had a spotty attendance record.  Goodbye janitorial service.

My finances were hitting new lows.  I sold my motorcycle (My Kawasaki 900!) and lived off the proceeds for the next few months.  And I moved to new apartment that was only $185 a month.  And this apartment was closer to my new girlfriend, Eileen, who later became my wife.  I am so glad wives last longer with me than cars.  Only one!

I was down and out financially, but then I hit pay dirt!  Another student loan. 

Aloha 1966 Satellite, hello 1973 Satellite.