Remnants of the Spyder.

I was driving through downtown Holly the other day, when I saw my old Spyder at the local garage. I pulled in to check it out, and it was horribly ruined. The cornhole who owns it totally neglected it. I took a few pictures with my phone to remind me that people from Holly are completely useless (except for me because I come from the far North end) and shouldn't be allowed to breed.




















Look at what that idiot did to my poor interior. The exterior is just as bad well, because it's riddles with dings, scrapes, scratches, dents, chunks of the sideskirts are missing, and the tires are balder than NASCAR slicks. If I ever find the owner's house I'm burning it to the ground.