Something that starts with “HELL, YEAH….”
I live in a sleepy little town. There’s less than 240 of us, I think was the last count.
SO, there’s a little house right next to the post office, and I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but there’s a ’71 Dart Swinger that someone really loved at one time- it’s got the Bee stripe and some nice tires, now all flat… it’s under a tarp, just kind going south in a hurry. I have banged on the door a few times to see if the guy will at least let me pump up the tires and drive it around the block to keep it from going completely to hell. He hasn’t ever been home.
Today, we was out washing his OTHER car….
I got some pictures with the phone. Sorry for the quality, but that’s camera phones.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the OTHER car:
Drives it once a month to give him an excuse to wash and wax it.
It’s CHERRY, too. 440 and all. He even cranked it and revved it good just so he could watch my eyes glaze over.
You can see the Dart under the tarp in the very, very back of the first photo. See the blue bump?