That there four wheeler has been sitting in the same spot in the yard since I moved here. It has been weedeated (is that even a word, weed eated?)around many many times and even sprayed around with some Round Up. That there four wheeler is owned by my brother in law who doesn't even live here. We can't take it to his house because his wife will have a fit and we can't get rid of it because he will have a fit. Because you all know that one day he is going to fix it!! I think it's far beyond fixing. The junk that sits around the yard is called "treasure". I call it that because it can't be rid of. The men here will cry if it's gone, because one day they might need it. So, until that day, it will sit in the yard.
So, until the day when my brother in law decides that this "treasure" needs to be dumped, in my side yard it will sit. Most likely until death do us part. Why do people who live in the country have to have "treasure" piles? Maybe not every one who lives in the country does, but the men here sure do!