A Fisherman's Tale
The five star Pontiac was a brilliant car, powered and charged by a turbo-twin engine. 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. I kept my head and help arrived to save the day. |