.....Wednsday Afternoon......
Fit: Hey Spanky, I'll be out for a little while this afternoon. There's a monthly Police auction in town and I'm lookin for something a bit more practical to drive everyday. Never know I could luck into a new project while I'm there.
Spanky: Huh, you shoulda kept one of the cars we were givin away. Some of 'em were in purty good shape fer a ev'ryday driver. Have fun, not like were busy today anyhow.
Fit: Alright, see you in a bit.
At the auction Fit spends the day crawlin in and out of lots of cars. Honda's, Nissan's, Toyota's, a Chevy or two, and finally one of the econo-boxes just feels right. As the auction gets under way the buyers play their mind games tryin to keep the prices low but still get just the right one. One by one the cars hit the block, the auctioneers speekin greek, and only the pro's really know whats goin on. The longer the auction goes the thinner the crowd gets and Fits gem still sits out in the lane. Cars from behind it are pulled in out of order. Curiosly Fit pokes his head out to see the hood go up, the headlights go dim, and the car sits. All of the other small cars are gone, 'damn, I shoulda bid on the Civic, it was a safe bet' Fit thinks. The auctioneer makes his last call and the dealers fill up their haulers and start leaving. Still, the diamond in the rough sits.
Fit: So what do you make of this one.
Lot Attendant: Won't start, won't even crank with the jumper on it anymore. Why you want it.
Fit: Auctions over, had an eye on it but I don't know about buyin a car that won't crank. Could need a motor.
Lot Attendant: Hey, Smitty, fella here might be interested in this'un but it aint startin. What shud eye do.
Smitty:Crank it one more time and see if she'll fire.
click, click, click.......nothin
Smitty: Looks like we got us a bad one. You say you want it, make me an offer.
Fit: (Shakin his head) I dunno, it won't crank, can't hear it run, might need a lot of work. You doin another auction next month right?
Lot Attendant: Smitty we gotta move all the cars to get the bonus (he whispers, but not quiet enough)
Smitty: You gonna make an offer or am I pushin this one back to the lot.
Fit: Five hundred, and I'll pull it outa here.
Smitty: (pullin out a title) Deal, sign here and get this junk outta here.
Fit yanks the car out to the parkin lot with the hauler, pops the hood and looks to hook up the jumper cables. As he flips up the battery post covers he pulls the whole negative cable off. 'You gotta be kiddin me.' He put the cable back on, there is a small spark, and tightens the cable down with an adjustable wrench. Hookin up the jumpers he sees Smitty lockin up the gates, smurkin at Fit. Fit waves and leans in the window of his new ride, cranks it and it fires with a smal puff of smoke and runs like a top.
Fit: (waving) Now that's a Mastercard moment if I've ever seen one. Priceless.
Heading back to the shop its apparent that he's just found the first American Oddity. Now to make it into something he's not affraid to be seen in. But that's easier said than done when you intend to pull up to the track in a PT Cruiser.
