I was at my friends house (late March 08). My Dad came to the door and told me he had to show me something important. I jumped in the Park Avenue and we left. As we approached a parking lot, I saw Satan's coach. I knew this was what he wanted to show me. Was I about to be damned to eternal punishment in the underworld. No. I realized that I must trade my soul to the Devil in order to have his coach. Believe me, I was ready and willing to make the trade. Really, it was only a normal guy who needed money right away to pay his landlord. His original price was $2000. Eventually lowered to $1200. My Grandfather needed a new car, and the seller needed any car to get to work. So the guy took my grandfathers' Cavalier for an additional $200 off the total. In the end I didn't need to give my soul.... only $1000. I allowed my Grandfather to drive it for the next two years until he hits 80 years old.

My Granfather drove it for a day and decided it was too big, loud and low for him. So he gave it to me as a gift. Damn I am lucky.

TABLE OF CONTENTS:
page 1- Intro
page 2- The Story
page 3- Roadmaster & friends
page 4- Interior
page 5- Exterior