My pal Peet has written a few stories for Autoweek over the last few years, and for Father's Day this year he's submitted a little opus about the time his dad came home with a brand new Firebird...but sans the famous flaming chicken on the hood. Which struck 9 year old Peet as profoundly tragic. And 36 years later, worthy of comment.
UPDATED: redrew the hoods by hand, fine-tuned some stuff. Love to have done the whole thing on a gesso'ed board...Tommy, I'm striving to hit my Fuch'ing Peak, indeed!