When I was a kid, we had a car someone abandoned in the field. It was an old Renault CV4 and a rusted mess. The parts of the engine had been strewn all over the ground. But, summer of the age of 12, I decided I was going to go get the auto repair manual from the library and try to fix the car up and drive it to California and surf when I turned 16. It was a long hot summer spent in that beaten up car, pretending to drive, daydreaming about the trip.
To this day, I am a junkyard addict and I coo when I see abandoned cars like some people coo at babies.
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