Finessing turns, and calculating speed are key to reigning in Zoomer. Destinations emerge. That is my department. Zoomer has given me four choices of speed I may travel. OK, five. I forget. As my intimate, she reminds me--with Joy, I may turn on Zoomer. I forget. If Zoomer takes advantage of me--of our partnership--I may simply turn off her reckless abuse of me.
Speed choices. Having never before driven, I do not know whether the speed range 1-4 options equal gears used on a manual car. My formal instruction was minimal. If memory serves me, the overall potential speed of Zoomer was calibrated to be slow on the speed scale--Zoomer's speed potential was calibrated before she was named.
The overall speed of Zoomer was calibrated by the manufacturer. It has been--it is, and it will be always--for me to calibrate the speeds 1-4 based on my confidence initially. He advises me not to travel at top speed--on 4. Fear leads me to agreement.
Torque. Torque? Initially, I recognized only the word--not its meaning. The vendor told me torque is the power that speed allows me to travel. OK, I thought. With time, I may understand. Words' meanings eluded me. Traveling up hilly terrain, now I understand. Speed. Torque. Calibration. Speed. Torque. Success.
My learning curve is steep by my personal expectations. Yet, by the chronology of our partnership, we--Zoomer and I--are becoming intimate in due time. Zoomer has the enthusiasm of a young child--an impetuous child.
"So what if I nick a few walls, run into some basis, get caught in handicap accessible doors? You've gotta admit, I am better with elevators."
"Tell me, Patty. Have I ever hurt you? Has my "impetuousness" every caused bodily harm to you? Has my "enthusiasm" ever hurt anyone we have met along the way???"
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