My name’s Clank. Well, actually it’s CLAHNK-uhn-shteen, but most folks just call me Clank, seein’ how it’s so much easier and don’t sound so snooty.
Even when I was really young, I couldn’t hardly go past somethin’ that was broke without I’d stop and try and fix it up. Wouldn’t always be purty when I got done with it, but it’d usually work, more or less like it was s’posed to.
That’s sorta like me, see. When I lost my legs to that… I guess I still don’t like talkin’ ‘bout it, so I’m gonna skip a bit. Anyhow, I was in a wheelchair for a while, but I cobbled together these metal legs from old scrap I found layin’ around. They don’t look so good, but they work mostly like the real ones did, plus I can take 'em off if I need to get right in the guts of a car or truck. Kinda handy sometimes.
That old van I found in the junkyard was just the thing, too.
Better 'n a wheelchair by a damn sight, once I got the super-pooper mods installed into it and me both. So now, in a lot of ways, I’m a old Dodge van. I fixed it up, 'course, got me a 225 slant 6 with a dual-range rear axle now. I ain’t fast, but I can get to places you wouldn’t expect.
So, when I heard ‘bout the group that’s tryin’ to get places for the whole species, I figured I had to throw my hat in the ring.
vehicle: '67 Dodge Van (A100)
favorite possessions: Crovel Extreme II, dragon plushie, coil of bailing wire