Spare tire

Spare tires. The crux of Darwinism, and the next sliced thing since bread. With all the shiny parts that today's culture of vapid narcissism requires to function, and all the legs as well.

Back in the day, you needed a surgeon to use a spare tire. You still do, but that is not the point. The point is that spare surgeons are in a fractal symbiotic relationship with spare tires now. The spare tire, or lacrosse handyman, has not changed since it's precreation, which is very soon if someone gets around to it.

"Huge rusty hairclip"