Marrying Falcon Pinup Girl, On Vacation, Back Later

Why did I leave the Island That Rust Forgot for Denver last weekend? Cherchez la femme!

Back in the 80s, while I was wearing tattered Motörhead T-shirts and driving a '69 Corona, my bride-to-be was posing on the hood of her Falcon in a purple jumpsuit, no doubt while listening to the Violent Femmes on cassette. Obviously, this match was meant to be! The wedding is tonight, which means I'll be taking my first vacation from Jalopnik since my very first post, back in January of '07.