Noch ruht er friedlich in der Abendsonne: Chevy Impala, Model 1961.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Die roten Flammen auf der wei\u00dfen K\u00fchlerhaube<\/p>\n\n\n\n
lassen ahnen, was in ihm steckt: 250 PS und 4,400 RPM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gleich ist es soweit: Sein Herz rast,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
der Moment, dem er entgegengefiebert hat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
der Klang, auf den er sich seit Wochen gefreut hat,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sein Impala, in tausend Teile zerlegt und neu zusammen gef\u00fcgt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wird nach zwanzig Jahren neu zum Leben geweckt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still waiting peacefully in the evening sun,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
two-door Chevy Impala, model 1961.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Red flames on a white hood hint what is lying beneath:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
250 PS and 4,400 RPM are ready to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soon the moment he\u2019s been waiting for passionately, will be there,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the sound he\u2019s been looking forward to for weeks,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
taking the car into thousand parts and setting it back together:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
after twenty years, his Impala will be fired up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kein Schl\u00fcssel, ein Draht z\u00fcndet,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ein leises, vibrirendes Ger\u00e4usch, erst nur kurz,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gewinnt Halt, wird kr\u00e4ftiger, dann stark, st\u00e4rker,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
die Kurbelwelle, geht rhythmisch auf und ab,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
schwillt zu vollem Klang, orchesterstark,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
l\u00e4sst ein nie geh\u00f6rtes Echo im Hof der Wohnanlage hallen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not a key, a wire will ignite the motor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
soft vibration, is gaining ground, becoming stronger,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and stronger. The crank shaft going up and down, rhythmically<\/p>\n\n\n\n
accelerating to full symphonic sound,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
echoing through the the apartment complex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blicke aus den Fenstern, anerkennend, entr\u00fcstet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ja, das Monster ist zum Leben erwacht!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Die Augen des Magiers blitzen,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kinder rennen herbei, kreischen und lachen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mit dem Gaspedal l\u00e4sst er den Motor wieder und wieder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
aufbrausen, um ihn dann langsam abklingen zu lassen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Looks out of the windows, full of recognition or indignation,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
yes, the monster is awake now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The eyes of the magician are flashing with fire,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Children come running, screaming and laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pushes the motor with the gas pedal again and again powerfully,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to let it quiet down slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Der Impala wird wieder in die enge Garage geschoben,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
bereit f\u00fcr den ersten Lauf morgen fr\u00fch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ein Dinosaurier aus einer anderen Aera, ein \u201cmuscle car\u201d,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wird die gew\u00f6hnlichen Motoren im Strassenverkehr \u00fcbert\u00f6nen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Musik in den Ohren der einen – ohrenbet\u00e4ubender L\u00e4rm f\u00fcr die anderen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Impala is pushed back into the narrow garage,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ready for its first run tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A dinosaur of a past era, a muscle car,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
will drown out common street cars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
deafening noise for some,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and music into the ears of others.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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