This post is dedicated to Nate, who has heard the legend but never seen the proof.
Beneath my Affinity lies the indelible reminder of a distant predecessor, a machine that over the course of seven+ years before falling victim to its own scheme, defaced this inconspicuous area of laundry room flooring by, shall we say, putting its own spin on "Kilroy was here."
Behold the mark of The Beast, forever (or until a major remodel, whichever comes first) etched in stone, the '67 Signature's actual signature, fashioned by a drive pulley presumably in a failed attempt to tunnel out and terrorize legions of unsuspecting homemakers as part of a grand scheme to line the pockets of repairmen and/or send exasperated and traumatized home mechanics running for the nearest padded room.
I continue to maintain that The Beast was not acting alone. Those who dream of owning such a machine, consider yourselves warned, and if you haven't ever seen it, I suggest you rent "Christine" before making a decision you may well live to regret.

Beneath my Affinity lies the indelible reminder of a distant predecessor, a machine that over the course of seven+ years before falling victim to its own scheme, defaced this inconspicuous area of laundry room flooring by, shall we say, putting its own spin on "Kilroy was here."
Behold the mark of The Beast, forever (or until a major remodel, whichever comes first) etched in stone, the '67 Signature's actual signature, fashioned by a drive pulley presumably in a failed attempt to tunnel out and terrorize legions of unsuspecting homemakers as part of a grand scheme to line the pockets of repairmen and/or send exasperated and traumatized home mechanics running for the nearest padded room.
I continue to maintain that The Beast was not acting alone. Those who dream of owning such a machine, consider yourselves warned, and if you haven't ever seen it, I suggest you rent "Christine" before making a decision you may well live to regret.
