Uncanny | Cassi Hardy

There is a strange limousine that is displayed in what I can only describe as a junkyard not far from my apartment. It’s set up very high, as if it is advertising something (though what it is advertising, I haven’t the foggiest idea.) I pass it whenever I go to my friend’s house, and it is in an area where there are mainly storage units and U-Haul rentals. So, logically, not a whole lot of people are going to see this thing. Or, if they do see it, they are more than likely getting ready to move out of town. It just sort of… hangs out, as if to say, “Yes, I’m weird. So? You wanna make somethin’ of it?”

As far as I know, it is the only old stretch-limo with jacked up, monster-truck tires, as well as other odd bits and pieces from other vehicles—bits and pieces which have no place on a stretch limo. From what I can tell, someone took great care in its odd, Frankenstein-like construction. You can see that this vehicle used to be a limousine once upon a time, but it obviously doesn’t run anymore. After all, if I had a jacked up, Frankenstein limo, I’d be driving it around town on my days off. I wouldn’t have it sitting around in the middle of nowhere as a decoration no one but people on their way out (and I) see.

This limousine is not a “pimped out” ride. It doesn’t even work. It just sits there, advertising nothing. Why did Mr. or Mrs. Frankenstein mechanic do this? What purpose does it serve other than to make me nearly crash my car every time I pass it? It’s just such a strange thing to do to a limousine. I almost feel like someone needs to put a sign next to it that reads: Freak Limousine. Sit inside for a dollar—no refunds.