I asked what the owners intentions were and he said I could have it if I wanted.
I took it home and removed all the swamp rats and rust and black widders. aired up the tars and fired it up only to have the thing squert everything vile this side of the manongahalla out its anal cavity plus some blue smoke.
It died and I pushed into the black hole by the used track tyres and stayed away as long as I could. Round two saw it deeper into the reccesses of the float bowl and some better petrol and 5.37461 hours of grinning toil. She fired up and spit two more wads out then purred like a broke house elf.
She went on a maiden voyage round about these hick stick streets and a few empty lots shooting shit from here fenderless rear end all over my sunday go to meetin Carharts leaving me with nothin to wear soois I stayed homes.
Another saved from the deep dark depths of doom and disrepair, waiting to put a smile on some poor unsuspecting fool and his money. Till she heads into the back yard were the dogs favorite shit spot finds a new friend.
Three wheels are fooocking straaange.
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