Next car was a royal blue Ford Escort. I drove it to Chicago to see my art school girlfriend. It was a blast, especially venturing down Clark Street. Clark may have an "e" at the end...I dunno. This was also the ride that got me around my first few years of wrestling. I beat the hell out of it, basically, and one day it stopped working. By then, I had a job driving shuttles for Ford, so I bought a Ford Focus, which is basically the next version of the Escort. There's a trend developing, I know.
I still have that Escort. When I was touring the independents before I signed with TNA, I put 50,000 miles on that car within six months. How nuts is that? How nuts is it that I'd drive from Detroit to Louisville to Philly back to Detroit within the confines of a weekend? How nuts is it that I did a lot of this driving BY MYSELF at the same time?
Love is a powerful drug.