Last Tuesday, I got back to work late. As I was getting ready to go home, the (rather talkative) old guy who did estate and storage-unit clear-outs and has a shop across the way from mine asked for help moving a filing cabinet. I obliged, and then he asked me if I needed tires. I said yes, and went to the pickup in front of his shop to have a look. They were truck tires, and I needed car tires...but in the corner of the bed, I saw something that sure looked like a flesh M.U.S.C.L.E. I picked it up, and sure enough, it was a 206! The old guy told me I could have him, so I took him home and got him cleaned up.
I'm pretty happy with how good he cleaned up.
The old guy told me that at one time there was a whole box of them in the bed of that truck, but said box has since disappeared (go figure!). I did manage to find a 228 in the bed of the truck a little later, but Veers will be sharing him with you shortly. 206, after sitting forlorn in the bed of that truck for who knows how long, now has a permanent home with me. He serves as a testament to the genius of the name Mattel chose for these guys, regardless of how late or unintentional it might be.
