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Engine Braking (Free verse) by INTRANSIT I love a long
down grade
listening to the wind
the cooling fan makes
while tach and speed
align, freeze.
Up the ladder:
I Have...
Down the ladder:
Granting Asylum
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Posted: December 1, 2007 1:51 PM PST; Last modified: December 1, 2007 1:51 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.717177 Overall Rank: 1903 Comments:
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Dark Angle @ 70.181.103.149
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1-Dec-07/10:08 PM
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Not bad, good imagery, puts me there in the conductor chair (?)... but leaves me a little confused about why I'm reading this.
Whenever I see and hear a big-rig down-hilling with jake-brake screaming, I wonder if the driver still has ears, much less, whether he hears the wind a cooling fan makes. Maybe those things are super-sound-insulated, never been there. Tach and speed align at what? - 40mph, 4000rpm?
poemranker is slooooow today
Perfect word choice, but it left me wanting something more.
Do you use sat-nav in your cab?
Artic freeze so to speak. Dealing with Class I drivers I usually imagine what they get up to when they aint trunking.
Cool poem, unlike your journeys - short.
Then the air brakes
Staining to hold the load As the curve looms Incidius asphalt Dying to kill Hot brakes Nothing but a jake Standing between me and death Untill salvation arises A sign Runaway ramp ahead Fuck it The altenative is death 192 view(s)
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