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In the wake of Katrina, New Orleans was filled with desperation and trauma. A dear friend of mine was murdered. The city was also filled with flooded-out and ruined automobiles. A co-worker gave me his destroyed 1998 Lincoln Mark 8. The car became a metaphor, the way to overcome my loss was to build something crazy and I wasn’t alone in the desire to find some way to heal.
A rag-tag team of hopeless, complete novices, building a land-speed racing car in the French Quarter with no budget at all…Well of course.
Performance Art was to make its appearance as the 1,900 mile drive to Bonneville in the Stinkin Linkin unfolded.
