This story is featured on a poster hanging on a wall at
the Tribal Office in Window Rock, Arizona.
 

You are not an Indian if you have never owned a Navajo Rez Rocket!
Everyone knows what I'm talking about. It has one snow tire on the front, a radial on the other front tire, and two different tires on the back. The lights only work on dim, your antenna broke off, so you replaced it with a coat hanger. It never came with a set of keys so you use a screwdriver to start the Rez Rocket, the screwdriver will also open the trunk, and you can only get in on the right side of the car. The hood has some fancy dents in it to testify to the squaw dances that nobody brought a drum to.

Some plastic and duct tape will cover the window that would cost more
to replace than the whole car is worth. The gas gauge won't work so
be sure and carry a bleach bottle of gas just in case. Price of oil
is always cheaper in town so you drive 100 miles to save a quarter.
And don't forget it takes half a quart of oil to go five miles. Never
mind buying plates, use the plates off another Rez Rocket and cover
the sticker with a little Rez mud. The title is about six owners
        behind or maybe still at the car dealer. Just making it look like a title receipt in the window will do for awhile.

You're not driving a Rez rocket if all the paint matches. It should
look like Dolly Parton's coat of many colors. When you open the door
to the Rez Rocket the carpet should be hard as a rock from all the
beer and pop stains. Under the seat lays a tape of the Candy Bar Song,
never opened, because the tape deck was ripped off. Open the trunk and
half a bale of hay and sheep shit should cover the bottom.

       Everyone cringes when they see you coming because they know you'll either need a jump or push. If you're late for work or an appointment, you
can always say, "I had car trouble," and the boss or whomever will
understand because you drive a Rez Rocket. Don't fret about the front
    windshield being broke, usually from a rock or a baseball bat by a mad wife or girlfriend.
 
Last but not least, let's not forget the bumper stickers!

KNDN-The Indian Station,
THIS CAR STOPS AT ALL INDIAN BINGO'S,
DON'T LAUGH IT'S PAID FOR,
MY OTHER CAR'S A CADILLAC,
POWERED BY FRYBREAD,
THE BUCK STOPS WITH ME,
PETER McDOLLAR, AND
WHERE'S THE GOLF BALLS.
AMERICA, LOVE IT OR GIVE IT BACK.


When it finally gives up the ghost, you grace your front yard with
it. When someone approaches you to buy the car or some parts off it
you say, "I'm gonna get it going again, it just needs a different
motor!" The truth of it is that old Rez Rocket is pretty hard to
part with because it took you half way across the Rez the last time
you were out for a few drinks at My Place Bar. You bothered all the
shade tree mechanics from one end of the Rez to the other to fix it
but soon as the one thing is fixed, something else goes wrong, but
never enough to keep it off the road very long.

Rez Rockets never die they just park under the shade tree! You can
let the dog sleep in it or store all extra commodities or put your
favorite junk in it for future use. When you’re next Rez Rocket starts
giving you trouble, you can look over in your yard and say, "Jeez
that car was really a good car!"

REZ ROCKETS NEVER DIE!
THEY JUST PARK UNDER THE SHADE TREE 
 
 
For the last 50 years, this story has been told and modified by many Ndn’s.

 

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