When you look at it from the side, you can see the flat tires. And at this point I got hit so hard with… I don’t even know what to call it… like nostalgia but much more intense and not necessarily positive… like being triggered except what popped into my head in response to the sight wasn’t traumatic. For lack of a better term, I was strongly reminded of the Clock of the Time Dragon, which was, for lack of a better term, very striking in The Wicked Years. I tried to explain to brother, and that did not work. Ooh, I’m shivery now just writing about that moment.