I won this bad short from some ricer punk back in the 60's.
Stole his trick girl too.
Funny thing is for several weeks I kept hearing some odd noise from the trunk but never bothered to check it...I could not find the trunk key.
It stopped but it started stinking like a monkeys butt mixed with candy and death. Wonder what was in it?
Anyhow I sold it to some dude in a mask and he done killed himself racing it.
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