Short prose from G.K. Brannen

Scarred Flesh

Grease is everywhere:

on the chassis, on the floor,

the broken drive-line lying at an awkward angle beneath the tranny.

Split skin on the knuckles grease is everywhere.

Dirt, grim, and an endless stream of cuss words all come into play when a rebuild is ordered on a Dodge Super-Bee Hemi; the muscle car: big, bad, and fast as hell. The big Hurst V-Gate In-line 2: a High Pistol Grip speed shifter for a perfect hookup.

PURE RAW POWER

It’s a bastard to stitch together: lotsa scarred flesh, lotsa greasy-grim lotsa cuss’n. All power goes to the ground; the four/eleven positive traction rear-end is outa the hole like greased lightning – the G-force incredible. You fire this puppy up and you’re atop a gated two-year old at Church-Hill Downs.

All you have to do is hang on for five point 7 seconds.

PURE RAW POWER

dig … dig hard;

You’re outa control.

One thought on “Short prose from G.K. Brannen

  1. Great piece–pure raw power, yes, but not out of control.

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