Meet the infamous Gator G. Gator. Champion of the People. Savior to the SVOs. Our very own John Paul Gator III. Born to the mean streets in the Republik of Cleveland. Where the rules are, we have no rules! Run what ya brung. 2am. Dead Digs. No bump. John Paul's mother taught him how to drive and she obviously still dresses him funny. He takes his salad dressing right on the salad, so there is no going back. Yeah, that's gutsy. But seriously, do we really need to explain the The Gaotr? No.
The Gatormobiles. There's two. A stickered up Jalopy Red 86 and a 23-tone Gray 86. They are more eco-friendly than a Prius, because they run on his urine.
Built from fairy dreams and cayenne peppers seeds. One was built because he needed a parts shelf. One built from spare leftover shelf parts. Both built to exceed posted speed limits on the Autobahn. Both earned passage into the coveted world of magazine publishing.
Gator was named a club Director during the 2005 SVO Reunion. He vowed to continue his fight for the people and to cod-kick all the online forum drama queens. When not working, yes dearing his wife, or wrenching on a SVO, you can find Gator preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse. If you need to contact Gator, light a candle and say your prayers. He'll be answering you shortly.
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