Grandpa always used to make me ride in the bed of his pickup truck, so he could keep up his conversations with the 100-pound sack of manure he kept buckled up in the passenger seat. Grandpa said all they ever talked about was grass, but I know Grandpa used to do a little flirting, too.
Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.
I didn't wait for Luck. I tore after it with a truck.