"My pa used to say there ain't nuthin' can't be fixed with duct tape,"
said an old rusty car.
The old heaps guffawed and snuffled. Time passed very slowly
in the field out behind the chop shop. Most days were so quiet they could
almost hear their metal rust. Stuck between salvage and dreams of
restoration, the old classics waited on Rust Row, hoping that someone
would buy them and bring them back to their former glory.
"Duct Tape IS a broken heart," said an old bus named Rosie.
"I tried to cheer him up but he keeps thinking he will be rescued by a
short bus full of dogs."
"Duct Tape is ALIVE?" asked Grampy Bumps.
"If you call that living," sighed Rosie. "He just mopes around
thinking he's going to be needed again someday. I myself am perfect
for restoration," continued Rosie. "It says so in my ad."
The old heaps chortled, all except for Snout. He felt really
terribe that someone wanted that bus the whole time, and the old bus never
"I have to tell him," said Snout. "I have to fix this."
"Welcome to Heaven's Waiting Room," said the clunkers.
"Where am I?" said the new guy.
"This is Rust Row, and I'm Gramps, this is Rosie, and Sad Car
and that is Snout."
"My name is Hippie," said the old van.
"Welcome," said Rosie. "You look perfect for restoration too!"