A fine ass woman, that gets down and dirty on classics. Except no imitations, to be a saucy lil hotrod, she must be able to paint cars, build transmissions, do upholstery, know her way around a shop, and cuss like a sailor.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.