13th February 2009, 14:33
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It was going to be one of those real long difficult warm summer nights as I sat in that pitch dark decolet black parking lot in my 1984 oldsmobile delta 88 with not a soul in sight, leather seat propped up, left bare leg and pumped foot dangling out the door and wearing nothing more then a satin flowered night shirt with no panties or bra underneath and barefooted in my lipstick red 80's 2 1/2 inch heeled Highlights Soft & Flexible pumps. Not only was I getting just rrrrrrrrr’s when I tried to start it, but when I would turn the key the starter was hesitating to catch for a second then turning over and my battery was rapidly fading on me. Great!! I was in one tuff predicament, a flooded motor, starter problem and fading battery. I now was having to wait about 12-15 minutes before turning the key again in between try’s to let the starter rest and the battery recharge itself, so I would start bouncing and pumping frantically about 3 minutes before each try with my long Capri menthol dangling in my lips, tata’s bobbing and and bare right leg and pumped foot bouncing up and down on the pedal as the taps could be heard on the pedal from my pumped foot striking the pedal over and over. Then, the engine was continuing to defy her mommy with a hopeless rrrrrrrr on each attempt. Was a tow needed on this night? I would continue to be patient and not give up hope or give in to my baby girl just yet, it would be more pumping and bouncing for me and her as I would get quite the workout before it was over. The quiet, warm still night filled the car and parking lot. The only noise, a short rrrrrrrr every 15 minutes or so, the sound of a clicking throttle cable under the hood as I was mostly dry pumping between try's because the starter and battery troubles I was having, the flick of a lighter lighting another cigarette, and the sound of my Soft & Flexible pumps tapping away on the gas pedal like a ballet dancer. I ended up in the battle of my life for about 6 hours after finally giving in to a tow truck at about 1:00 am. It just would not happen for me on this night as I could not crank her long enough to get her to turn over for her mommy because of the starter and battery trouble I was having. She beat her mommy this night, and I was pissed so she would pay later,  |
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