1974. Auckland,  New Zealand.

 I bought a car for twenty-five dollars.

  No muffler.

  It was a big old English car from the early fifties.

  No idea what make originally.

  No fitness warranty.

 Four bald tires.

  It had a stripped-down and tired Massey-Ferguson tractor  engine.

  It had leaky master and slave cylinder hydraulics for the clutch and brakes.

  Sometimes when you applied brakes it would change gears.

  Sometimes when you changed gears it would apply brakes.

  It was painted an ugly green with semi-gloss interior house paint.

  The dashboard was a bright canary yellow in  full-gloss.

  The doublewide front seat used to be a couch.

  I painted a peace symbol on the trunk.