Car: 1965 Ford Falcon

Car's Name: On most days i call her the falcone (she's italian), on bad days - the damn falcon

Car specs: automatic, straight 6, 170

How many bodies can you fit in the trunk?: In my trunk, probably a snug three...soon to be dead bodies with all the gas fumes.

Crazy car story...well in rush hour traffic i've lost my brakes and managed to cut across three lanes in one piece, on the 57 frwy i've lost my acceleration and managed to coast across two lanes of traffic in one piece. but i think my most embarrassing moment was on the way home one night, the falcone just died on the freeway...so i pulled over and tried starting her several times with no luck. i called up AAA and had them send a tow truck (not my first time...not my last), mind you i'm stuck on the freeway just five minutes from my house. so im sitting in the damn car, messing with the radio and decide to take a gander at my gas needle...I RAN OUT OF GAS! damn falcon!

How did you become a Belle? About two years ago i happen to come across the hells belles website, this is when they were only in San Francisco, and thought they were a cool group of gals. Fast forward a handful of month later, i was back on the website and saw that two of the belles had relocated and were starting chapters...and one was in Los Angeles. So i shot Kubo an email and met her at the 04 blessing. I went MIA for a little while after that show, found Kubo again a year later and started going to events and shows with her, eventually becoming the sixth belle.