The construction supply company was my best friends fathers and he and I would work for him in our spare time. When he died my buddy pleaded with me to join him and keep the company afloat. Noah's fucking arc couldn't keep it afloat with us at the helm. His old man used to drink and total at least 2 cars a year so what we id was childs play to him.
BTW, his dad told us to go get 2 new cars, so I got the 74 Cougar with a 460 police intercept package and he bought some plain jane ford. My buddy started bitchcing to his old man and pop said "I didn't tell you what to buy or him, shut up", so my friend traded the new ford for a Mach1 and so began the torturous demise of the nice cars.