In the gathering twilight Woody Ahern stood at the curb admiring his old humpbacked 1947 Ford two-door.
Suddenly a car came slowly at him. It was the gang of 20-year-old toughs who cruised the town at night, getting their kicks out of beating up younger car owners and smashing their cars.
As Woody watched the gang draw closer he knew all at once what ownership meant. He was going to defend his old jalopy with his last strength. Because IT BELONGED TO HIM. IT WASHIS… HISVERYOWN. — Henry Gregor Felsen, Road Rocket
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