Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Jim, necromancer

or animator of the dead:

A long-since dead Nova ... more air than metal or plastic. It had holes through the floor -- nice for meteorologists. How the thing was moving, other than on hills goes beyond me. I remember the nuts operation of changing the alternator, which required tools that fit between 2" gaps and the ability to draw it out through a maze and out the bottom. Despite the home repairs on it, it was dead. The seats had the mouse-eaten look of ages.
Mirrors were gone, holes throughout and the fenders were similar to demolition derby cars. The tires were bald and the electrical was iffy. Yet... to Jim, it was drivable. Here again, I call him the animator of the dead, for in human form, the Nova would have looked half-defleshed, missing 30% of the body mass, inching along on its mission.

His truck, later on, was another super iffy, patchwork of metal and quasi-metal.

Before the Nova was the Pinto wagon, equally as charmed as the Nova in every way, save that it was often used as a sleeping place -- in certain times. It had that real rustic feel to it. It didn't sound as iffy as the Nova, but much of the flooring was licence plates and other spare sheet metal.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

"Do you feel that this is a safe vehicle?"
"Yes sir, yes I do."

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