1936 Plymouth Wreck

1936 Plymouth I thought my days were over till one day came this Handyman to work on the house, he spied me in the back yard, and as my X Play Boy friend was short cash, they made a deal for me. The Handyman was my new found friend, he fixed me all up, even gave me a new coat of wax. Ooh wasn't I the proud one again. But one day my Handyman, he got that Gold Fever, and next I knew here we were in the blistering hot Desert with a Sun so hot as to burn my paint off my tin, and boil the oil in my crank case. But my Handyman, he did take care of me although I could see time was taking her tole on him. Then one day when my Handyman was up in that hole eating dust, looking for the Gold he would never find, a couple of kids came along and boosted me. Ooh what a ride that was, we flew down the old Rail Road bed like greased lightning, till the turn they did not make. Rocks flew as my tires failed to find purchase amongst their grip, and the edge of the cliff rapidly inched near. No hope as we cleared the road held up by nothing but air.

1936 Plymouth