For The Man Who Has Everything Ch. 02

tried to think about the story from a different perspective. I was already thinking about it, but as a participant, along for a ride with the characters.

The first thing I realized was, from the start of the second Lit page, (the page begins with the response to the super suave dialogue, "Can I fuck you now?"), to the end of the story, reading it felt, physically felt, like I had been tensed up, holding my breath, going down a steep hill, or a myriad of other familiar memories associated with the physical reaction.

The chapter started picking up pace, like a runner on the bell lap, with, "Whatever you want...", and simply ran away from you, me, and itself. I've worked on cars since the mid-60's. There used to be some VERY interesting design ideas coming out of Detroit; not necessarily safe, but they were interesting.

The modern car has an automatic transmission, and when you need to suddenly go fast, you know you can stomp it, and the engine will rev higher, to go faster, but, at the right speed, right engine RPM, and everything else the computer might consider A-OK, the transmission will shift to a lower gear, to get the engine to a much higher RPM, where it will have more power.

Some cars are better at it, than others, even with computers, imagine what it was like, pre-computer. One manufacturer, had a better idea, and had a mechanical downshift, attached to the throttle control/gas pedal linkage, (few, if any cables before 62-63.) I say one, even though several models of cars has throttle based kick down for the trans. It was the WAY these guys did it, in the '40-'50's, and I saw it in the old cars, we would work on for people.

Grew up in a farming, logging and mill town, and area in Oregon, there were a lot of older cars, in nice shape, people drove everyday. Everybody loved '55-'57 Chevies, even then, they were EVERYWHERE. I think every business who could find an excuse to buy a 55-57 station wagon, 2 door station wagon, sedan delivery, or panel van, and put their company name on them, and then kept them, forever.

There were a few exceptions, the local stock car hero owned a Texaco station, and had a '37 Chev PU painted in old Texaco colors.

Anyway, it was a great place to grow up, and be into cars. But I digress. This particular brand of car, with this specific design of transmission/throttle control, had a pattern of wear unique to that design, which caused the linkage to bind, ESPECIALLY when it was depressed quickly, with extra force, (sound like when you might need to stomp on the gas to get around something in the road, without hitting the oncoming loaded log truck, and everyone knows, they stop for nothing.)?

Yes, tromp on the pedal to "Go Fast", and if the car had more than 40,000 miles, it was likely, it would stay stomped, until you got under the hood, and released the linkage, or you hit a tree, truck or train, and there was no more throttle sticking issues.

That's exaggerating a bit, if you could kick the gas pedal again, just right, it would pop the stuck linkage free, and all would be good with the world. Or you could just shut the car off. Not a lot of flying down the freeway in most of these older cars. I-5 wasn't ten years old until the 1967 Chevy had been on the market for most of a year.

I don't remember hearing about lots of people getting killed, it made for a wild ride, sometimes, in some cars...

The chapter, once I got to the second page, remind me of trompin' down on one of those old $@&#, (don't want to name, names), expecting it to shift down and go fast, instead it seems to find a bit more throttle, goes a little bit faster, and is stuck...

Mini nuclear reactor? Really!?!

Sorry, but the very idea drags the story off into cartoon land.

made me horney:) keep on writing:)