It had metallic hubcaps, a super chasse and was fully automatic. Odd fitments like

electric ashtrays and a cellular telephone had been added.

The snow was melting, so leaving the fast route I approached a bend, when a

Rotten choke cable went snap perforating a hose.

I was shaken, but unable to risk a tedious delay, I did not bother ringing the

garage.

Not calling them in nowadays however is dumb, as smoking, the car finally let out a

gasp, rattled, floundered and came to a stop.