I was right. A few days ago I was rudely awoken from my sleep in the barn when the horn driver Wolly started me up and drove me to the city of Buenos Aires. We went to a small building on a nondescript street with no sign where there were various vehicles in states of being stripped down. Wolly drove me into the building and left me alone with the sorry old vehicles hulks and three mad men brandishing power tools. Immediately they attacked me like a piece of fresh meat; ripping off my hood, and then gnawing away at my motor like termites until I was nothing more than heartless corpse. My parts lay strewn across the floor of the building without any hope of repair. I don't know why this happened. I have behaved so well for months now. There is a rumor that I am here for an engine overhaul, but that seems strange as I had one in La Paz less than a year ago. It might have something to do with those strangely wrong sized pistons and incorrect head gasket which I got in La Paz. Nothing to do but be patient I guess; maybe one of these mad men will turn out to be a mechanic after all - they do have the tools.
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