Watch the son down in the yard, he is cleaning his moped. It used to be a young farmer's, it was driven through the fields, and it still has much of the farmyard stuck to it. There is chaff and straw everywhere, and muck, and a bovine smell, the farm animals .
It had been stored in a barn for six years, and now it is in the back yard, it is the new toy, the new obsession. There are parts to buy, and mechanisms to understand.
But first the farmyard has to be removed.
The son is down there, hosing away the dirt and the detergent, the small machine has a red frame, which now starts to shine, all in red and chrome.
It is a 70's teenager dream.
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