Word: fendered
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...keep his foot on the brake to maintain a safe distance between truck and car. But when the Moskvich's brakes began to smoke, Parchamovsky took his foot off the pedal. At that instant, the truck braked abruptly to avoid a pedestrian. Result: one crumpled Moskvich right fender. At the rental agency, Parchamovsky was told what the outing would cost...
...next stations three feet away even if there were time. There never is. Partially assembled cars move past him at the rate of 62 an hour; in less than one minute he is expected to look over each auto, pound out a dent in a fender or reweld an improperly joined seam. Cars that cannot be fixed that quickly are taken off the line. In the winter, drafts from ill-caulked windows chill Belcher's chest, while hot air blasts from rust-proofing ovens 30 feet away singe his back. After two hours of standing on the concrete floor...
...land is still hot, the air humid; the prairie wind sears rather than cools, and storms roll in from the west in minutes. Along the four-lane divided highway, humming tires throw up white crushed rock from the shoulders to nick a windshield or chip paint from a fender. From the few knolls in this flat land, the highway shimmers in the heat of distant, mirage-like oil slicks...
...caked with dust and old boxes of Nabisco crackers: one wall of shelves is lined with random canned goods from previous decades. The Coca-Cola dispenser on the counter is a nostalgic relic-one of the old red shiny rounded numbers which looks like a Packard's back fender. The man and the wife who run it are friendly beyond normal courtesy and will happily make you almost any kind of American sandwich. I like the Varsity Spa and Spas like it the way some people like movies from the forties featuring men in zoot suits and pointed shoes. Freaks...
...turned away from the piano, eyes closed, his melodic voice drifting into the microphone. There was Levon Helm on drums, delivering the amazingly steady, but unobtrusive, beat that drives The Band. His eyes, too. were closed his head turned to the microphone. There was Rick Danko playing his archaic Fender Precision bass. But, oh, how he played it. And his voice, so important to The Band's sound-twangy, country, but at the same time smooth. The sweat streamed down Danko's face, a face crossed by a myriad of expressions in the course of the evening. Only once...