Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 129
He was seated in a push wheelchair, but over by the pool I could see a powered chair. Well ... I thought it was ... what it looked like was a kids go-kart ... but four big wheels and all terrain four wheel drive tires ... with a NASCAR style racing seat.
“You like my chair?” he said as he noticed me noticing it.
“How many miles between charges,” I asked.
“It’s not electric ... the engine is from a 1980 Honda Goldwing 1100 shaft drive. I installed a fuel injection system I developed on it ... but it was never a profitable setup. When Honda came out with the six the four faded into obscurity. I will say one thing ... at my age ... driving that thing is a lot more fun than what’s good for me.” He chuckled.
His help wheeled him over and I got to sit on a four by four wheel chair ... well ... four wheel drive but five forward gears and one reverse.
“If this is like a NASCAR seat ... I can see why those drivers can drive five hundred miles ... this is soft. So ... how did you know my grandmother?”
“I was a newly graduated archaeologist/anthropologist from Montana State. I met her when the Army catalogued her weapons.”
“Weapons?”
“Yes,” he said. “Didn’t you know ... Flintkote International owns a German Fliegerabwehrkanone, a Rheinmetall Flak 41 antiaircraft cannon ... we fired it the first day we were there.” That was said with a blush and some toe-kicking. “She ... and Jack ... came down the stairs in ... their ... alltogethers, I believe that is the term ... she was spectacular.”
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