The parking
brake prevents the car from rolling
downhill or
away if struck, pulls cables
to arms on
shoes against drums
or pads against
rotors by caliper
via cam against
piston (holds it there),
keeps the
car at the curb, the encintado,
and PARK,
because it is seldom used,
seems unnecessarily
redundant.
But
this leg of my walk is flat, no tires
angled
sharply against the curb.
Some of the streets in San Francisco are so steep
it
seems impossible to park a car there,
yet
cars are parked there,
parking
brakes clenched under the strain.
One of two things can happen:
the properly
adjusted drum adjusters fail
or the corrosion
slows the stopping travel.
Most hands should only travel about four or five "clicks"
and/or hold
sufficient drag, a conventional duo-servo
forcing the
drum outward.
There’s no shoe wear, only star wheel,
the long life
of the incline and the full-sized matter
come together,
connected:
the
linkage and a single binding,
the
binding sheaths,
the
main rust of cause,
a
serious freeze,
an
amount of yoke,
the
hinge and pivot,
the
marginal circuits,
the
locking cables,
the
secondary arms,
both
hydraulic cars and both pairs of shoes,
the
important adjustment that is too tight to work,
too
loose to hold.
The concern is balance
and/or imbalance
of each spool,
of tubes,
trays, and waffles (horneado),
of loosening
the availability and the handling
of
different sizes (from small to great),
the complete
preparation of cuts,
the components
of superficial assembly,
the service
of fast answer,
the specifications
of the client,
the straightened
legs sealed to the emptiness.
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This is another excerpt from Atlas Peripatetic,
a sequence inspired by an extensive mapping of sounds on my morning walk;
in this case the sound of a parking brake being yanked into place.
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