And when folks pull up next to me at the stoplight and start revving their engines, I just want to floor it. So far, it’s been a really bad influence on me…whenever people take my picture in it, I just can’t seen to keep my finger out of my nose.
A quick top-coat at Earl’s and I was good to go. After that, I spent a week in the garage stenciling the logos on with gold spray paint and gold leaf. First, I took it to Earl Scheib and had it given a heavy coat of “Chocolate Glitter.” Then I painted the trim, wheel holes, the dash, steering wheel, and all the other interior with a heavy coat of gold enamel. I promptly scraped off the 800 bumper stickers and went to work.
When the cops showed up three weeks later to inform him that it was parked on the next block over, he graciously sold it to me for the low, low price of 250 bucks, having bought a new car in the interim. It all started when the hippie who lived in the apartment behind my house lost his car. Ladies and gentlemen, behold the very definition of ghetto chic: the ‘89 Oldsmobile Cutlass Siera Louis Vuitton Limited Edition, decorated and driven by Steve LaNasa:
