Overmash, CO is
a shy and retiring town (so much so
that its ZIP code has only 4 digits),
somewhat akin to Lake Woebegone, except
that everyone seems a little below average.
Having nothing to celebrate, the residents
decided to make a holiday out of the
incident. They offered to buy the Corvair,
with plans to memorialize it by installing
it in a replica of a 1960's diner that
they would build.
As momentum gathered for celebration,
festivity and prosperity, some even
envisioned bumper stickers and roadside
signs that would attract tourists (and
their $$$) potentially making Overmash
rich and putting it on the map (from
which it had been omitted, same as Lake
Gratitude overflowed toward Mr. Pitts,
now seen as the town's benefactor. Some
even encouraged him to run for mayor.
But alas for Overmash, Oliver was homesick,
and valued his Corvair beyond any price.
The last anyone saw of him he was vanishing
in a cloud of oil smoke (those air-cooled
engines did leak a bit, didn't they?),
trailed by a humbled genie waiting to
grant the other 2 wishes.
Overmash sank back into its proverbial
slump, and no one has ever seen it again.
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