Villanova: Petes Car
We took Petes 40 Ford
(blue coupe, 48 Merc flathead)
to a house outside of Camarillo
(friend of Petes, whats-is-name?)
to install three double-barrel carbs.
Pete and whats-is-name
worked on the installation
while I watched
Pete.
Whats-is-name had to leave for paid work
at the Fosters Freeze in Ventura
leaving Pete far from finished.
Bet you wont make it in by the time I quit.
Bet.
Bye.
I knew
and still know
nothing about cars.
The carburetors had
some kind of linkage
and the installation
required a hole to be cut in the firewall
which required relocating
the fuel pump (? and/or block? something)
and a lot of new hoses.
And a lot of beer.
Pete couldnt stop the gas from leaking.
Well shit its good enough.
If we dont go now well never make it by midnight.
We were flying along a county road
just arriving at some little town
when whatever that linkage was got stuck
so we couldnt slow down below seventy
but the town was asleep
and we got through.
The gas fumes were so heavy
I thought wed both get sick
and we wondered would it be okay to smoke.
We lit up and (obviously)
didnt get blown up.
And we made it
to the Foster Freeze
just before midnight
and whats-is-names eyes popped No shit!
and Pete beat up a Mexican.
I remember:
the linkage was progressive.