“It’s junk,” Matt said to Martin. He had one foot on the wheel of his flatbed trailer. He patted the ‘junk’ strapped to it affectionately. “It hasn’t run in nearly a hundred years. My grandfather should have gotten rid of it ages ago. Instead, I inherited it.”
“To think this is one of the earliest cars. It’s a symbol of all that was wrong with the industrial revolution and our society’s descent into pollution and over population.” Martin glared at the antique car. “What are you going to do with it?”
“Sold it to the Smithsonian for enough money to keep me in anti–establishment pamphlets for years to come.”
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