A guy you knew (loudly) drove this car to your high school. He was either:
1. That guy who beat you up and who died two years after graduation in a motorcycle accident.
OR
2. That poor kid who could rebuild an engine blindfolded and who now works at your Audi dealership and owns a house with a three-car garage.
I love the Max Max touches: homemade grill, mop and bucket paint job.
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