Made By Monkeys

"The car was Baby Blue, Convertible, and hummed like a top," writes Karl. "During a trip to the local Tune Up King, the timing chain slipped and the engine ate itself. As I was in college at the time, money was very tight. I called around and found a mechanic at the local Shell station that would put in a rebuilt prime mover. One week went by and I had my baby back - all purring and humming - happy to be in its carport once more. Later that month I was travelling on the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles. It has a notable hill, which is a tough climb for almost all cars, especially that dump truck in front of me - but not for my Cutlass!

The lane to the left was clear, so I swerved over and stomped the accelerator to the floor. It was a true Pedal to the Metal moment.

Soon I was passing the dump truck, the ambulance, the police car - I was rocketing over the crest of Mulholland Pass going well in excess of 100 MPH, and still chewing up the carbon atoms even though I had let go of the accelerator long ago.