Though, admittedly, the beast ain’t as cool as the ’72 Pontiac Grandville or the ’68 Chrysler Newport that Collins used to own, the killer Cutlass is mighty functional and has at least a couple months left in it until he scores his next car.
Side note: While scraping ice off the car’s roof last winter, an image of Hawaiian mythical goddess Coco Pele appeared. "Coco Pele’s on the roof of my car, so at least I feel protected from the white man," the part-Cherokee Collins adds, jokingly.
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