It smells like dead animal with a little hint of lime.
After a long, lengthy and surprisingly emotional conversation with my, uncle this past Sunday, it’s official; I’m getting his/my moms ‘70 Plymouth, Duster.
He bought it from my mom and parked it 27 years ago, basically so someone else didn’t get their hands on it and he could hold it for me.
Now that I’m an adult and proven not a complete degenerate/delinquent and have an interest in cars and a want to own that particular car, he’s ready to let me have it.
So begins the planning of a Roadkill style trip to bring it home from Southern California to Northern Illinois.
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