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Free verse № 154611

Engine Braking

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Dec 2007 · 6 comments

I love a long down grade listening to the wind the cooling fan makes while tach and speed align, freeze.

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[6] Dark Angle 1-Dec-07/10:08 PM Reply
Not bad, good imagery, puts me there in the conductor chair (?)... but leaves me a little confused about why I'm reading this.
[7] Dovina 4-Dec-07/1:40 PM Reply
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?
[7] Dovina › Dovina 4-Dec-07/1:41 PM Reply
poemranker is slooooow today
[7] Ranger 8-Dec-07/4:34 AM Reply
Perfect word choice, but it left me wanting something more.

Do you use sat-nav in your cab?
[8] Caducus 11-Dec-07/4:52 AM Reply
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.
[10] sliver 14-Dec-07/10:16 PM Reply
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