“Steel tube frame, four-link rear suspension, did the front end with discs. They usually work great, but I should prolly bleed the lines again…The paint job, as you can see, is a camouflage bee pattern.” He cracked his thick knuckles a number of times, then continued. “Thought that up while drinking JD… Thought you’d approve. Even spray-painted on your bee logo. Yeah, I know, I’m a fuckin’ redneck. Get over it. Up front here, I pulled the old bench seats and dropped in a set of captain’s chairs. Made this here console outta wood panelin’ from my kitchen.” He swept one massive, greasy hand towards a remarkably well-crafted, oak paneled center console, with two cup holders, an ashtray, and independent cigarette lighter.
The console was covered in diagrams and etchings, seemingly drawn in everything from pen, pencil and marker to tiny wood awls. Within these diagrams were fuel and distance calculations, phone numbers, IP addresses, web sites, and brief philosophical statements in a seemingly endless, hypnotic sprawl.
“Sitting wedged into the oversized radio hole, is a first generation in-dash, state-of-the-art DVD player.” The device he pointed towards was mounted with a deck of cards and a matchbook. “The DVD player is nice, even still have the remote. I keep meanin’ to get a real mounting bracket for it, but…well, you know how it is. Besides, I don’t play cards. Only prollem with the player, well the reverse don’t work. So if ya miss something ya like, ya gotta go all the way ’round.”
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