Last call at the Junkyard

In October of last year I bought my first 4x4, a 2000 Ranger. What a piece of garbage! Weeks after I brought it home, I began noticing a high pitched sound eminating from the transmission. Not good. Second, everytime I pushed the gas pedal from a stop, I could feel and hear a knock. GMan even came up to hunt and was hesitant to tell me what a lemon it was. On top of that, I found out when I bought new mud tires for it that it needed new ball joints. JEEZ! This truck was bad news all around. I was pretty much stuck with my poor decision, that is until a chik on a cell phone ran a red light and t-boned me at an intersection going 45 miles per hour. Luckily I was so far off the ground, because her car went under my seat. Anyway, the insurance company totalled the lemon truck. I had to go to the junkyard to get my stuff out of the truck before they sent it to the chop shop or whatever. These teeth were strewn about all over the place in the back seat along with other various implements of fossil extraction.