The village is empty. There's no one to be seen. Outside the rain is pouring down since days. The warm once-every-decade-summer is over. The depressing Nordic climate is back. In full power. We're all living in the grey and gloomy nightmare that we're doing our best to deny.
Was that all?
No. A few of us still have a hideout when the sun don't shine. A place where race cars are built, rear ends are changed and stories are told.
If you don't have a place and space like this…. get one. It's good for you!
Old squarish Swedes gets new rear end.
Stories are told for young and old.