I am sitting on my four hoops in the Mexican sun, warming my lush metal body. If it were not for the fact that I'm tied to the radiator, that would be a nice situation for me - Chrysler, what would I like to do with the tires. So as I figure out how to drive across the desert and discover new places, I suddenly see a young guy approach me with a stubborn donkey - is he going to buy me?
He removes the rope from my cooler and ties the donkey - apparently it should not run off or be stolen. Then he starts me. My engine refuses to start, but when my new owner tries it two more times, it catches itself and chugs away. A feeling of happiness flows through my body - yes, finally drive again! My dream will come true.
My owner turns on my radio and the pleasant, rhythmic sound of Mexican music surrounds me. He tries out my steering by driving a circle - and my eyes fall on the donkey, who looks at his owner stunned. Chrysler, I just want to be able to assure the animal that his owner only makes