It’s like ‘Planet Earth’ but with classic cars.
At dawn and dusk they emerge, scuttling sideways toward the sea, climbing up house walls and carpeting the coastal road that curves around the bay. The stench of crushed crab fills the air and their sharp shells puncture car tires.
As cars speed by, some swerving to avoid the 10-legged crustaceans, the cracks of carapaces zing through the air.
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