This is my baby. My dad has a way of surprising people, Fawkes was one of them. We had been looking for cars for a long time and I had driven everything from a Rav4 to Hondas to a Toyota Corolla, and of course a Pontiac Firebird. Well after narrowing it down and narrowing it down to the Rav4 and the Firebird I had a tough choice. I could go for the more practical vehincle, the Rav spacious, high up, really good visibilty, newer car more reliable, safer, ect. Or I could go for the not so practical Firebird, that was so much fun to drive, comfortable for my poor broken butt, a convertible (something i've always wanted) handles fantastic and sexy as hell! Also there is very little cargo room, ands its not what anyone would consider a safe vehicle. Well what do you think I picked? I knew if I went for the Rav I'd always regret passing up the old 'bird. So I told my dad. His response? "You picked wrong." Whaat?! I didn't quite understand, I asked him about it and he said the only reason he had told me about the 'bird was because he was testing me to see if I would choose responsibly. I was crushed, and yet through protests I still held on to the idea that I could possibly get the car that I now was completely set on-no contest. The next day dad comes home with a message "Someone bought that firebird from Rabeaux" I was crushed, there someone else was driving MY car down the road... It seemed we'd have to start the search for a car all over again, but I already knew I wouldnt' find anything I liked nearly as much as that '94 Black Firebird Convertible. The next day dad brings me to a few car lots, you know to renew the search. I don't even pique and interest in anything they all look dull, and homey.. None had the flair or the intrigue of the 'bird.. and I knew none had the handling. So we went on to AVI to look at surround sound for the den. We pull up, and there he is, MY car out in the parkinlot. I was livid, in test driving the car we had discovered that the right front speaker was blown, so it only seemed natural that it would be fixed. There it was out there taunting me, and I just knew the new owner was inside, and I was ready to blow up I just told my dad "Better not find out who bought it, I might have to punch them in the nose.." after a bit of looking at speakers in the sound room, and my pacings and mutterings while looking out the door at all the customers, wondering just who it could be, we finish up and walk outside. There he is, sitting out there looking sexy and untouchable. When dad props open the door and asks the man. "So, who owns that firebird out there?" And the response was "Oh someone brought it in to get some new speakers and radio for a Brooke- Brooke Stewart?" I about died. "You're Joking!?" I couldn't' believe it, I was so convinced that I wasn't going to get it, and here my dad was dangling the keys in my face. A happy day indeed. And with new tires, all new speakers, and new radio face could I of been happier?! (hehe I love my radio, its one of those that you press the button and the face lowers.. I'll have to take piccies of it sometime..) And that, is how I got my Fawkes.

Why "Fawkes" you ask? Only a Harry Potter fan would know that without explination. Fawkes is the Phoenix from Harry Potter.. Phoenix, Firebird, Fawkes.. Get it? Yay!