And slow, too -- four full strokes and he'd barely made a small notch in the brass pole.  Anonymous paused for a second to wipe his brow on his sleeve. It'd been a long couple of hours, working in the garage. So far, he had drilled holes in the carriage near the driver's seat, measured several brass poles by test-fitting them underneath, cut those same poles down, and then threaded the ends with a die so that they could be bolted together. 