Grease Donkey

This is the story of Ricardo a very unusual donkey known widely for doing things other donkeys couldn’t—or at least wouldn’t—do.

Ask any donkey to restore a 1969 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am and they'll politely tell you to "Shove off, hoser." But not Ricardo. That beast of burden will restore your rusty vintage muscle car better than new. That's why Gus brought his 1971 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda to Ricardo's shop.

“Well this is not good,” Said Ricardo. “Your oscillation overthruster needs new bearings. Your flux capacitor is the wrong voltage for this system. Your high pass filter is completely shot. Your doughnut spare is stale. And your pine tree air freshener smells like poo.”

Ricardo looked me up and down. “I tell you what, kid. I like you. Bring me a few things and I’ll trade you this bucket of bolts for something even better. An interstellar space-skipper. Not new, but works—sorta.” I eyed his extended hand. “What do I need to get for you?” I asked.

“A few things,” he repeated. “What, exactly?” I inquired. “Just some stuff.” “Well okay, if you say so…” I went about scouring the area for random nuts and bolts I could fit in a bucket, and returned with a bucketful of bits and bobs. “Excellent. Your spaceship, as promised.”

I bounced on my way to the newly acquired spaceship, hopping in the captain’s seat. “Stardate… whatever it is. I’m not too big into Space Fights sorry. Anyways let’s rock and roll!” I gave a wave to the guy just outside the window. “Seeya, sucker!” I jumped into lightspeed.