Team A LADAshit

We, Team A LADAshit will be piloting a soviet rust-bucket that looks like it was designed by a depressed engineer with a grudge against aesthetics. Its engine wheezes like an asthmatic tractor, and the brakes seem to whisper, “Good luck, comrade,” before ignoring you entirely. The interior’s a grim mix of cracked plastic and a vague smell of despair, yet it stubbornly clings to life like a cockroach in a sandstorm.