Voltaic Junkyard--Wang and Egg

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Wang and Egg"
   
   Sheila was out walking Wagon-Tail (more or less) through the metallic junkyard; plus, other pieces of scrap like rubber and rough dirt haunted the facility, for there was not really grass within--only outside of the fencing, on the protected perimeter.
   She was caught in a lucid state of reflection, remembering:
   Uncle Jack in his torrid teens, 13 years of age, the 1980's, having a 50-Special with dual-exhaust and high RPM levels--sucker could hit 53 MPH with sparks flying out of the exhaust; moreover, Jack took that motorcycle out of the suburbs and into the city on multiple adventures, viewing BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA damn near 14 times, eating cheese dip, quietly, among the entertained audience.  He always wanted to be a truck driver, liking the characters of Wang and Egg, especially since they had a sacred mission to go on with Old Jack Burton.
   Sheila snapped back with a cool sizzle into the mystery of March approaching, the return of feathery birds in brilliant hues, and the wildlife as if resurrected, people and animals living in a gregarious gel of goodness, and the junkyard even got raccoons.