Soon, I’ll post my farewell message. The end is starting to get close. There are many misconceptions about me, and before I go, to live with my ancestors on the steppes, I want to set the record straight.
Nah... the pick'em-up truck is a dead giveaway that this ain't mine. I drive a van. And I don't work on motors. To me, motors are some mysterious sealed thing that runs on magic smoke — and once the smoke comes out, the magic goes away.
Oh the other hand, if it had been bicycles hanging from the rafters on bungee cords instead of the engine hanging by some web strapping from what looks like a two-by-eight plank (I won't even address the ladders), then maybe.... -"BB"-
Yes, I suppose I could agree with you ... but then we'd both be wrong, wouldn't we?