Another Crabspirits Vignette: Rocky’s Rusty Toyota Van

15-1984-Toyota-MasterAce-Down-on-the-Junkyard-Picture-courtesy-of-Murilee-Martin

Photo credit: Murilee Martin

Editor’s note: One of the best things about Car In Depth contributor Murilee Martin’s Junkyard Finds series over at TTAC, well, besides the great photography and Murilee’s uniquely skewed perspective on vehicles awaiting destruction, is TTAC commenter Crabspirits’ fictional short stories on just how those cars and trucks ended up at the junkyard. Murilee’s latest Find was a Bay Area 1984 Toyota Van with fist sized rust holes caused by the Pacific Ocean’s salty air and the area’s famous fog, a van whose cosmetics are undoubtedly not condo owners’ association friendly.

Rocky was at odds with the world.

Rocky locked eyes with Tatiana. He was looking into the eyes of a killer. Even in her casual state, he could see her wantonness to take his life. There was no emotion there. No pity, or remorse for what she had done. She flicked her tail and squinted in the heavy sun setting over the ocean. Rocky broke out of the hypnotic trance with the Siberian and resumed his voluntary duties. One of the dumbest animals on the face of the planet was loose in the zoo.

Rocky heard an unmistakeable ruckus, and found what he was looking for. “SIR! The zoo is CLOSED!”, he nearly screamed at the man. The father of two dragged his misbehaving brats, one of which was sobbing, off the grounds. Rocky was justified in being an extreme asshole. There were numerous announcements over the loudspeaker for patrons to leave immediately. He was also well-versed at this point in the stupidity of a fellow member of his species. At least Ailuropoda melanoleuca had the benefit of just being oblivious to danger. They didn’t say “Hey, watch this!” before hurling themselves into the tiger pen, or risk certain death for cash settlements.

Rocky punched out and made his way to the employee lot. He entered the Toyota van and subconsciously recognized the change in the air.

Read the rest over at TTAC.

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