“One noon, while I was getting my lunch out of the trunk of the car, Ken, on a sudden inspiration, unscrewed the round cream-colored knob from the floor-mounted stick shift and, forfeiting a portion of his lunch, carefully impaled on the now-knobless stick a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg. After restarting the engine, I grasped the knob in an attempt to shift into first gear. The resulting tactual sensation can only be described as indescribable.”
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