In 1986 I convinced a work buddy of mine to allow me to paint his old slightly beat-up car. He was open to the idea, so over a three-day weekend I painted the car, and we spent the summer driving it around Ann Arbor. One time some angry frat boys yelled at us for driving the thing on Main Street. I guess they had difficulty with anything different.
Barry and I went our separate ways. I moved to New York and I heard years later that the car was sold to somebody, somewhere. I guess the car has disappeared for good so I won't be seeing it going down Main Street or any other street. Too bad.