Yeah Them Grimlin Weren't To Bad If You Got A Good They Were A Great Little Car But If You Got A Bad One There Crap I Had One Of Those Bad One And Every Time That Thing Left Me Stranded I Would Get It Home Walk In To The House Grab My Gun And Shoot It I Finally Had To Scrap It The Town Clowns Started Looking At Me Kind Of Funny Must Of Had A Couple Hundred Bullet Holes In It By The Time I Scraped It