The pirate’s lust, the treasures which have spilled on the shores of Margaritaville are protected by the Holy Squids. On Her hood are butterflies and dragonflies, ascending into the stars, the evolution of man's higher soul. Her nether region is a shark, always in search of new adventures, representing man's base beginnings. Margaritaville is an elusive Dream, a state of mind. It is the one ideal Dream we always search for and never seem to find, the Grand Illusion. I have found that Dream. It is in the hearts and souls of all living things. It is in the laughter which brightens the lives of all those who behold my Rita. She is the Goddess of Laughter, the laughter of our Dreams. I believe we are just a little Southeast of Disorder! Dateline Houston, November 2003: when the project started I knew exactly what I was after, “The Evolution of a Jetski”. I was in search of a watercraft, a canvas upon which to build my little bit of paradise. A friend of mine showed up with this poor, mistreated, abused, beaten body of a wave runner, salvaged from the rental Jetski graveyard at Lake Conroe. I went to work on her. And when I fired up that first set of lights on her engine cowl and stood in front of her, I saw her red eyes gleaming! I knew then that she was in fact alive and ready to rock! An Art Car was born. |

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