


My fellow science fiction writer and I were standing at a side lane of a busy Moscow thoroughfare, waiting for an eclipse to begin and aliens to land. Alas, just a commonplace of plentiful Benzes, popular Audis and scattered Ladas. Then a voice from the other end of the galaxy reached us with a message, "they departed". The space started to curve, and the dial of the chronograph began to roll back. Benzes and Ladas stopped still, and my partner and I hopped into an emerged time hole.
Looking at this creature from one, then another view, I was getting associations with Bruice Willis and Amtrak,

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and the fanfars of "Also sprach Zarathustra" were blowing with full might.
I did not believe it would come for the appointment. I'd rather believe an explanation "you know I just couldn't make it to put the engine back last night". But it was for real.

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I opened the door, looked forward, pushed the starter with the toetip
and the accel with the ball. The lever went deep down towards my lap. The
engine was picking up revs.
I sail!

This was M-20 P O B E D A

Year of manufacture: 1951
Last inspected: 2001
Odometer: 50084 km (May 2003)
The owner is looking for an enthusiast to take over the car.
Logistics support is possible for an overseas delivery.
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