Saturday, October 07, 2006
wreckage
I've been dragging myself on almost everything for the past few days. They all say that the last stretch is where you have to give your all.
It's true, but sometimes I finish in a catastrophe. There's this dark cloud of grey smoke and the smell of burning rubber. Maintaining high revs towards the end just increases engine temperature. The chequered flag's just around the corner but my tires are already worn out. The transmission is failing with the clutch constantly slipping.
I can't access the higher gears
without slowing down.
As usual, the mind's willing but the flesh is weak.
I'm one lap down and I'm leaving behind a trail of oil.
vroooom!