The Red Car

"Junk it!"--the insurance man said. Hap first saw the red M.G. in French's garage. Enormous silvery wire wheels--rakish scarlet body. It had a personality all its own--arrogant, insolent, challenging. When Hap saw the other side he groaned; crushed, caved in. "It cost you fifty dollars," said Frenchy. Hap's head swam dizzily. Could he find a way to make the RED CAR sing and race again--for him?