This accident happened after I had only had the Orca for six months.  A woman hit me while she tried to avoid hitting a 1972 Monte Carlo that had more rust on it than paint.  I should have known the car was cursed, then.

A few months later I was awakened by a call from the police, asking me where my car was.  I told them it was parked outside, and they cruelly let me go check knowing it was in a ditch after being chased by the police.  It seems that the thieves were driving through Pass Christian, MS., on their way to the chop shop when a policeman noticed that a headlight was out.  He was just pulling them over to tell them about it and to fix it.  They ran, he chased...  I'm telling you, the car was cursed.

Orca's damaged tailfin

While enjoying the debauchery of Mardi Gras in downtown New Orleans, I had left Orca parked at my New Orleans "parents" home, which was Uptown.  On our way home we got a call.  Orca had been rammed.  We found pieces of him for a block and a half.

David Richard's dad, Lawrence, came over with his '85 Chevy Pick-up (lovingly called the "Mississippi Mutant") and his trailer and towed us back to Biloxi.  I sold Orca to my friend (and the man who did all of the paint and bodywork on Orca), Tim Heath, who fixed it and sold it to one of my dearest friends, Cindy (Endt) Grant.  She drove it for over five years and sold it for $500 less than she'd paid for it.