100 words – new car

The new car was not the same as the old car. Every nook and cranny of the pavement made its way up Al’s spine. The old car would glide down the roughest road.

Al hit the on-ramp. The little car did not respond well the suggestions Al’s foot made through the gas pedal. It whimpered up through the gears till it was time for fourth. Al pushed in the clutch and pulled back on the stick. Nothing. No fourth gear. He prayed for an off-ramp as he was assaulted by beeps and birds at a frightening 35 miles an hour.

Photo by altotemi

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.