Mike’s airport car defines the term beater. It’s a Corolla that he bought off a guy in ’93 for 250 dollars. It’s a rusty bucket and it won’t idle so after every stop sign you have to put it in clutch and bump the starter. Sometimes he makes a hollywood stop and pops the clutch to restart. There’s a hole in the muffler and a hole in the sun cracked dash where the radio was stolen. The right rear drum brake assembly is missing its springs and assorted hardware so we rely on the other 3 wheels to stop. This wheel makes an awful metal to metal rattle as if threatening to lock-up at any moment although the noises do go away during right turns. The state inspection system would love to get their hands on this piece of work.