Ikkemotubbe liked Sun Drop even before they put Earnhardt on the side of the bottle. It competed with the other citrus-added soft drinks, but bared a particular resemblance to Mellow Yellow. If you asked Ikkemotubbe, he would say, it even had a "bright" taste, like drinking sunshine, and if you took some at the end of the day, it was to get a good sugar boost after a hard days work, a sugar boost in a refreshing cool drink of Sun Drop.
He was on the Social Security, retired in other words, when he found a Sun Drop vending machine at an out-of-the-way hole. It was between some old tires and junked lawn mowers at a shadetree mechanic's garage.
He and Screamingcloud departed early one humid morning to the garage. Screamingcloud had not passed into manhood at this time, so he kind of stuck to Ikkemotubbe, like a pup following the lead dog. In other words, his balls hadn't dropped.
They were trying to figure out how to get the vending machine, when the shadetree guy brought a dolly with one good wheel and one flat tire. Screamingcloud was slinging junk this way and that, stopping after each piece to see if there was a snake lurking where that piece had been.
How would they get the prize home?
"Gotta be a better way." So he gutted the big metal drink machine, removing all the internal mechanisms and such other of the gutty works, like crossmembers, springs, screws, retaining clips. He put the gutty works on a truck then rolled the empty carcass of the machine down the road to his house.
You might asked why he didn't put all the stuff on the truck. Don't.