Not my father's

[Nick Pierce]

Was layin' on my back
lookin' up under the dash
where the clutch pedal hung
and
pivoted from

The pedal shaft had started rubbin' the mount bracket
Not good

I'm tryin' to see how to drop the rig
without
unboltin' the steering column
That would suck

After an hour or so of
futzin'
I get the part clear with the removal of
(invisible to the eye)
two clips

"Good job" says the shop boss

Now he can straighten the piece
in a vise
and
weld the crack that was letting
it bend

I asked him why the metal failed

"Stress"

Yeah - I get that

If someone had been puttin'
their foot
onto me and shovin'
since 1971
I would be bent out of shape
by 2017
too


That was yesterday

Today, after I get finished with my real job,
I go back to reinstall ("hey, you took it out")
the assembly

Then, once again in Fort Lauderdale, a
flawlessly blue sparkle painted
immaculately white leather interiored
convertible
442
Oldsmobile
Cutlass
will be rollin' the streets


Man, I hope this covers the
flat tire fix
I came in for

[pralina]

Originally Posted by Nick Pierce

If someone had been puttin'
their foot
onto me and shovin'
since 1971
I would be bent out of shape
by 2017
too

I love this part. It made me stop. It’s sad and funny at the same time and I feel weirdly connected to it. Just two decades later.

[Nick Pierce]

Originally Posted by pralina

I love this part. It made me stop. It’s sad and funny at the same time and I feel weirdly connected to it. Just two decades later.

This piece has two places of denouement (you may recall me using that term when commenting on some of your work).

This, where it made you stop, is the first one and, of course there is the ending.

The part that begins with the bridge "That was yesterday" has, in my opinion, the three parts of a story.

Inception
Arc
Nailer