judder
verb (used without object)
noun
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Bill burst into the room, wide eyed with excitement. He looked frantically around, spotting his girlfriend, Lisa, curled up in her favorite chair with a tablet in her hands. She did not seem to notice his antics. Why would she? He did that a lot, and her book was just getting really good.
“Lisa, Lisa, I did it! I finally did it!” Bill cheered. She sighed, set her virtual bookmark and turned to her overly excited boyfriend.
“What did you do, and how expensive will it be to fix?” She asked.
“I didn’t break anything. This time. But come on, come and see. This is great. It’ll change everything!”
He waited for her to stand before grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the garage. The garage he had vehemently insisted she not enter since she had moved in with him. He threw open the door and nearly dragged her inside. The place was a mess, with tools and parts scattered everywhere. The only place where such hardware was not located was occupied by a car.
It was small, sleek, and no model she recognized. Of course, she did not know a lot about cars, but even she could tell this was custom made. Probably by Bill himself, if the rest of the garage was any indication.
“Okay, it’s a car. So what?” Lisa asked.
“So what So what? Lisa, this is no ordinary car. This car will change the world.”
“Okay?”
“Ask me what the milage is. Go on, ask.” He was practically bouncing when he made the request.
“Okay, what’s the milage?”
“Oh, about a thousand miles a gallon.” He said proudly. That got her attention.
“Seriously? A thousand? Are you sure about that?” If that was true, it was going to make a lot of very powerful people very upset, while making everyone else very happy.
“As sure as I ever am about something I haven’t tested yet.”
“You haven’t even driven it yet? Then how do you know it even works?”
“I ran simulations. Lots of them. Thousands of them. And I just finished assembling it. I haven’t had the chance to test it. Come on, let’s give it a ride.”
He opened the passenger door for her. She hesitated before getting in. He quickly made his way to the driver’s side, opened the garage door and turned the ignition key. The engine was loud. Very loud. And the whole car shook more than a washing machine. In fact, she was not sure if the sound it made was purely from the engine, or if the car’s vibration was contributing. It was actually quite painful to sit in, and she swore she would have develop bruises everywhere that came in contact with the seat.
“It’s a little loud.” She shouted. “And is it supposed to shake this much?”
“No idea! Don’t worry, I’ll work out the kinks later.” He shouted back. “In the mean time, let’s see how this baby runs!”
She would have gotten out right then and there. The only thing keeping her in the seat was the fact that Bill had pressed the accelerator. The car launched forward with what she had to admit was very impressive acceleration. He was thrilled. She was not. But now, for better or for worse, she was along for a very rough, bumpy, noisy ride.
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A thousand miles per gallon is pretty damn good, isn't it? Not sure it's worth getting a bruised tailbone every time you drive though.
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