"Honey, quick! Come look. Here comes the jaloppy!"
I yell that out to NZ almost every morning. You see, there's this put-together vehicle, that passes by on the road outside our building every single morning. It's loud. Very loud. Sounds like it's going to die right under the building, but somehow, it keeps ticking. I'm pretty sure it runs on a lawn mower engine.
Hey, it gets them where they're going---it's just that I have never seen anything like it.