Drove back by tonight and noticed a beat to shit Chevy K1500 in the driveway so I knocked again. Fat bastards Native American or Mexican cousin answered the door in his wife beater and camo pants looking like he just ate his wife. I politely told him I worked for the railroad and noticed his car the other day and wanted to know if he had any interest in selling it. He kinda just laughed and said no. I asked what year it was and he said it was a 72 numbers matching LS6. He said the pretty standard "I'm gonna start working on it here shortly".
He probably said the same thing 20 years ago when it was sitting in the same spot.
He probably said the same thing 20 years ago when it was sitting in the same spot.
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