Herrvinen peu.

Sun-baked Finnish countryside stretches before you, a rusty Satsuma AMP in pieces mocking your mechanical prowess. Sweat mingles with the scent of gasoline as you wrestle pistons and bolts, crafting your freedom from a junkyard heap. Every chugging mile in this wobbly beast is a victory, fueled by burnt sausages, questionable brews, and the sheer, joyous frustration of automotive independence. Welcome to My Summer Car, where greasy fingers and busted knuckles hold the key to endless (and often explosive) summertime adventures.