It sat, waiting. It could smell the victims, which were terrified, huddling together for protection. With V6 purring quietly, it waited until the time was right. If it made a move too soon, they would scatter in fear and the chances of catching one would be nigh on impossible. No, it had to wait until the smaller ones were together at the right moment, then it would go for the weakest member of the group. Only when the time was right did the Mazda MPV swiftly make it’s move, taking a long run before jumping into the air and attacking the defenseless Pontiac Grand Am that had already been injured.
Another day, another death here in Three Rivers, Quebec. Scott “The Demolition Devil” Turkiewicz had kept the circle of life moving with his involvement. He could rest easy…for now.
(Courtesy: Jalopnik)
