Falcooney 2 had a three speed stick on the column and a 170 cubic inch 6 cylinder under the hood.  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 up by burning holes in the window and cutting holes in the top.  It only slightly leaked in the rain and was very cold in the winter.  But not nearly as cold as the Yamaha XS 400.  And much more practical. That winter I left the motorcycle in our living room.  The cage was much more comfortable in 10 degree weather and with that it was much easier to carry two trash bags of laundry to the laundromat.

I did enjoy having a convertible in the summer, but 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 there was no package shelf in the back for the requisite 6x9 two way speakers. I had to be satisfied with 5 inch rounds in the kick panels.  Not the best sound, but the ladies were impressed.

While the convertible part was cool and the car did sort of remind me of Falcooney 1 and I grew tired of it over time since it was not nearly as fast.  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 Delran 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 drove the title over to the garage that towed it away so I did not owe the towing charge.  Poor Falcooney 2, hasta la vista.  Now looking back I miss you!