My friend owns a transmission shop. We love to marvel at the guys who come in with 2 year old F-250 King Ranch Lariat trucks that probably costs $60,000 and have trails of tobacco-juice spit running down their leather door panels and 24 different McDonalds wrappers and coffee cups littering the floor.
Then there is the filthiest vehicle of all - a woman-driven minivan. But that's a whole other ball game.
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