"I used io ride in trucks like this twenty years ago." muttered Turtle. "Now if I can just remember how they work." While he was talking, I climbed into the cab beside him, and P’kenyo also came up to stand on the running board. The vehicle still had a twentieth-century set-up, with steering wheel, clutch, gas pedal, and gearshift. Newer models all had control panels more like that on a jet plane, all buttons, switches, and digital readouts, with a joystick for steering. Turtle shoved in the clutch and wrestled the gearshift into low, then released the clutch and turned the key. A horrible grinding noise assaulted our ears as the motor burped and died. The truck lurched forward and then rolled back. Caught off-guard. Turtle and I both banged our heads against the back of the cab. and the dwarf almost fell off the side.