i always feared that dashboard because it resembled equipment from dr. frankensteins lab with its huge dials and creepy chrome knobs ; somehow though , i never got anything but my feelings hurt by landing there , and my getting trapped under the seat happened so frequently when we drove around town in late 1964 that mother ignored my predicament or any romantic notions i had about dials and knobs and laboratories , and consequently she launched into another of her strangely beautiful monologues .