They stowed their few possessions in a friend’s garage, painted the Nova in wild fluorescent colors, with “Ladykiller” scrawled on the sides and “69” on the hood and trunk, installed a roll of barbed wire on the front bumper, painted teeth onto the front grille, and took off for Detroit. “Screw you, Texas,” Coffey remembers thinking, “we’re never coming home again.” It was the beginning of a two-year odyssey.
