Saturday, December 5, 2015

Four Speeds

The Sport has four gears. That's plenty. Five would be better for the interstate but eff the superslab. Give me a country lane any day. Of course, the four speed did not come from: The Motor Company, trouble free. They have a common problem of shoving third gear through the right-side case. The problem first manifests itself in hard shifting. To avoid this, remove the cam and grind the sharp edges down. Problem solved. Of course, there is work involved but your efforts will be rewarded with a smooth shifting tranny and no third gears through the right case.


I'm a four speed. I know. My co-workers will tell you differently. My shifter cam has been ground and my gears mesh somewhat smoothly. It took work and time but I'm sorta' there.


We all long for a mate. Someone with which our gears, working together, shift smoothly. Somewhere around age 57 or so I found one. Found her. It took work and time to achieve said mating but efforts, on both our gears, cams, and stuff. Found fruition.

So get life's manual out and roll up your sleeves.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Sunday Mourning

Sunday Mourning

I've broken all ten, to be sure
at least tried

Reverend Angel
can you see me?

I would hide my shoes
pretending them lost

There were egg cartons on the back wall
much, as on Hee-Haw

Pretty, pretty little white church
45 minute altar calls

Just As I Am
Without One Plea

Benches of wood
felt of hard cold steel

Winter-spring
summer-fall

It burned to the ground
I

Was nowhere
near there

That summer
night

1968
July 13

3:14 a.m.
Sunday Mourning