It’s like a flea market somehow transformed into a traveling act.
Redneck ingenuity. I love it. If I’m ever lost and stranded somewhere I certainly hope its with a redneck. Survival rate through the roof. Stranded with someone like myself? We’re dead in hours. We don’t even use up our whole food supply. Just dead.
Either some little girl is about to get her birthday wish or this is just an odd dude driving around with a pony. I know where I’ll put my money.
If you find a girl that would take out her weave to hold your bumper in place…marry her. That’s a ride or die chick.