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I used to buy parts from a truck salvage yard that was up the street from my old shop. These guys were fukaking nut jobs. Beer on tap 24/7 for employees. Big foot, and fat head, were the names of the yard guys, and Ronnie ran the place.
They did stuff like this . The would take the loader, and make race tracks, and jumps .
The place eventually burnt to the ground when Ronnies drug dealer shot the place up and ruptured one of the propane tanks.
I always got a kick out of going there.
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