Lookit! I'm poor okay, so my car sits up on blocks. If'n y'all buy my stuff, then I can afford to fix it.

The car is haunted by the ghost of Chauncey Franks who was a 600 pound clown who wanted to be a race car driver but they wouldn't let him.

Sometimes when I would drive the car, Chauncey would change the radio station and pass gas very nastily!

Chauncey killed himself in that car. I never wiped the splattered clown paint off the windshield. Just didn't seem right. On rainy nights, ya can hear the sinister laughin of Chauncey the 600 pound clown!