Rhonda did not have a motor in the back of her Honda. She was more like one of those ghetto cars with no wheels up on cinder blocks. No work ethic at all, these days everyone must earn their daily bread($). The Rodeo was over as fast as it began. She was overwhelmed by Bootleg right off the bat, Red didn't even get up to bat. At least she sat around while we dumped our angry loads all over her.