I already posted this on the SCC forums, but what the hell. There's some cool people here and if some of them wanted to know how good I can write well. Here's failing English class 3 times...


Today we picked up a car to paint it. It was an 86 Fiero. We were going to paint it because my brother owed the guy money. He's the parts guy at his work and he owed him quite a bit of money  . We carpool on my car to his house and wait and behold; its *** ugly... Memories of shouting and cursing at that bastardly machine come up and I smile. Except the one I used to own was in better aesthetic condition. Not full of botched bodywork and spray-paint. The guy comes out and starts saying that all it needs is some paint and love or care whatever...  It was pretty much straight forward until he said he needed to take something out of the trunk... We watch as he opens the trunk/engine bay and pulls out this huge turbocharger. We look amused and he says "I'm gonna put this turbo in there once you're done!" and smiles. We look horrified I check the engine bay with a glance; it was the 4 cyl engine. The same as mine and thoughts of broken pieces and others that needed to be replaced soon conjure up. The guy goes inside to stash away his pride and I say to my brother "It overheats, the engine is brittle, the heads are garbage and he..." my brother interrupts my words with a simple finger movement to his mouth and the guy reappears. I take another look at the engine bay and notice everything is spray-painted black.....
    We set off going home, but the car needed gas and some air in the driver's side tire. We stop at the gas station me, waiting in the Fit while my brother's head bobbed around and then he got out and started pulling on things... I get out and ask, "What's going on?" He just glances at me for a moment and says, "I cant find the lever for the gas cap and the car needs some water." I move him out of the way and pull on the gas-cap lever that's conveniently placed behind the driver's side seat. Then I reach down and pull the one for the hood (front) while my brother looks puzzled and pushes down on it and starts banging it. I smile and get out of the car. I just look at him and pull on the hood from the other side and it opens. I smirk and say, "Well you get trained on Porsche's and Lexus', but you can't figure out a Fiero." He just flips me off and smiles.
  I ask for the keys and open the back hood and remove the radiator cap from the engine and tell my brother to do the same for the radiator's one. I turn on the car and I put the water hose on the radiator and conveniently ask my brother when it comes out of the engine's side. With water, air, and a fresh gallon of gas we set out again. I trail him for the time being, since it is a Fiero. We drive on the side of the freeway and reach a dip that stretches for miles. Seeing that my brother tries to overtake me, quickly I turn off the A/C and hit the gas. The Fiero is about to take me when we hit 85 and the little Fiero can't keep it up no more. I at a relatively fast 90 stick out my arm and wave goodbye with one finger.  We slowdown to turn into town.
     I start to look at the Fiero amongst all the other cars and start accepting some of the aesthetic features of this creation of American Ingenuity/stupidity. But then it got time for the nitty-gritty. A roundabout is being constructed in our little town. Apparently the town meetings are attended by this old guy and since nobody goes to the town meetings he gets to decide what to do with the town's money and this time he's hit the jack-pot!.. Everybody hates it, but we're all but giggles for it. Its a Two-lane round-about going in both directions (two on this side two on that side) and its more elliptical than round so it has some nasty turns, which everyone here takes at about 20...or slower....maybe 10 at the steepest section But today the traffic was null and the roundabout was clear in our direction. I look back and see my brother's smile protruding from the windshield and smile myself. I hit the gas again and so does my brother. I start thinking what that American mid engine, rear-wheel-drive machine could do against a front wheel drive Fit. (Theoretically the odds are with him.) I take the turn at 45mph and hold the wheel with corrections at every sign of under-steer. The speed limit is 40 so don't go calling me a street racer...The worst thing I would've gotten was a speeding ticket. I stare at a lane marker that is in my way and tug on the wheel more and more leveling off the gas. I missed it by a foot and take the other small turn that connects to the regular street.
     I look back and see my brother in the Fiero wiggling about in the turns no more than 10 yards behind me and pulls out at about the same rate of speed. Afterward we get home and I ask him, "So, how was it?" He looks tired and says with a smile, "Not bad, it has no power-steering!" I ask him about his speed on the turns and he says, "40...35, but the damn wheel was so heavy I really didn't look at mid-turn. Though It did want to go to the right everytime I turned."


Yay for roundabouts!!!!!!     --Quick thrills on a small town--