91 - Looking at rad rat rods.
joneworlds@mailbox.org

Some  dwarfs took  over  four vacant  units a  few
doors  up from  mine, and  they've done  something
really cool  with them.  They converted  them into
this custom car shop, and I get such a kick out of
that.

They knocked out some  walls between the units and
also the outer  walls in the fronts,  to make this
set of  stacked two-level bays.  And  built a sort
of elevator hoist out in front to lift cars up and
down. And I guess there's living quarters up above
on the third floors.

They got the works going  on in there, and you can
watch it  all.  Sheet metal  fabrication, welding,
painting,  assembly,  all  of it.   All  day  long
there's parts and chassis  and what not coming in,
and finished jobs going out.  Some of it is pretty
wild  and  wacky,  too.   It's  not  just  regular
restorations and low-riders and stuff. They'll cut
up some  boring old hatchback into  something that
looks  like a  flying saucer,  or a  double-decker
pickup truck.   Not like  all those  old gear-head
dudes I used  to know, who only liked a  car if it
was stock,  sleek, fast and old.   "Respectful" to
the good ol' days.  Dwarfs don't give a crap about
some  old dead  homo-sap sensibility  about what's
cool  and  good.  They're   making  up  their  own
cool. No nostalgia bogging it all down.

I don't know where they're getting all these parts
from, or who's buying all these finished cars. But
there's  centaurs and  Braxon gangster  blockheads
coming  and  going  all   the  time,  so  probably
something's at  least a  little crooked.   Maybe I
don't  want to  know. Maybe  I just  want to  hang
around and look at all the rad rat rods.