Musclemobile
MusclemobileFive minutes later, Blake found him sitting on the door ledge of the car with Pipeline before him. He looked up at Blake and shook his head. “These Callistans are the super-past-masters of the grand craft of life-molding. Take a look at the engine.” Blake glanced at the car, and noted that it was evidently rear-engined. A moment later he had the hood up and was looking at the mass of mechanism.
“Looks like a six-cylinder radial type, equipped with a supercharger—but it’s made out of plastics. Something like the one we rode in—and wrecked—on Ganymede.”
“Huh,” grunted Penton. “Almost the whole car is. It’s got a metal frame, but on a fireless world metal is costly. Plastics, weight for weight, are nearly as strong. This isn’t painted blue; it is blue.”
“The engin
