There’s got to be an interesting story behind this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt photo, but I bet you’d need more than a hundred words to tell it. So here’s my take on it, about an encounter with an honest used car salesman –
Run? Sure it runs. Tow it up to the top of a hill and let ‘er go, she won’t stop for nothing till she gets to the bottom. Yeah, it’s got some miles on it. Weed out the parts that don’t hold up, you know? Them seat backs, they musta been back and forth a thousand miles apiece up and down those store aisles. Babies gummin’ the heck out of the handles. Good as new.
Her top speed? Why, she won a race just last week. Against my grandpa. He’s pretty fast on his feet for a ninety year old man, but she left him right in the dust. Yep.
I sure hate to part with her. You want it or not?