The glorious sight.....of death.
Yes folks; the pick 'n pull. Acres of former misfortune adding to the glory of owning a car. The potential wealth here is outstanding, with hidden treasures to be found at every heap of twisted metal. Like gulls picking their prey, we swoop in, taking anything we can salvage. A tachometer, a normally-expensive light bulb, an extra anything, things I don't need, things I can no longer live without. It's all here, on dirty, often toxic discarded plots of land strewn about the state. That where I'll be going tomorrow, with a set of tools and everything I need to restore the Danger Wagon to it's former, running glory. And air mass meter my kind folks is what I crave. There are a thousand things I'd like to buy, but I don't have any capital of any kind, although the Danger Wagon could use them dearly. For example, alloy wheels, an unbroken center console, an antenna, air-conditioning parts, taillights, a damned windshield, and most of all seats. God, how I would love the feel of cloth, heated seats under my bum. The 'leather; that Volvo had in the 240's was absolutely terrible. Mine's in pieces. However, I still see cloth specimens in good form.
But, hey; I'll take what I can get.
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