Wrecking Ryan
Grease-stained clothes, a trucker hat, his thick body and the lingering smell of diesel fuel made it obvious. never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, ryan smiled and winked. "that sounds like a fine idea to me, good sir," he crooned.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 12
#14 of blood, sweat, and diesel a little flashback, or maybe not so much of a flashback... "hoplite alphas, this is ajax three-seven, over!" "send message. three-alpha-zero."
Home is "Were" the Heart Is.
The odor from the diesel engine was a miasma to his delicate senses, but a free ride was a free ride so he rode without complaining. they talked about many things, but always edward's mind was elsewhere.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 4
#6 of blood, sweat, and diesel this chapter was kind of a last-minute idea, but it will probably have something to do with the stuff coming later. basically, i tried to create a charge scene worthy of a two steps from hell music video.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 11
#13 of blood, sweat, and diesel i still have to proofread the next few chapters, expect them later today at the earliest.
Roll Them Dice
"it's a smaller diesel engine that runs in place of the main one when i'm not driving. burns less fuel and still gives me all the creature comforts i need."
"Scribe" Chapter 11
Looking over at the truck tied down right next to his, he did wonder who was taking a new ford f-250 diesel with them to elazia.
Wastelands-Chapter 15
"we could find a diesel and run it off spent vegetable oil", zack suggested, "that stuff just isn't looted from restaurants or stores, should be easily obtainable and i know how to make bio-diesel. my dad always ran it in his farm truck."
The Date
I trade him the papers for the keys, and i waste no time running to it and starting up the 6.7litre cummins turbo diesel engine.
Little Blue - Short Story - Mech Donkey
At the back hangs a black diesel engine with bent exhaust pipe. no hyper drive, no nuclear power, just a plain diesel engine; noisy, oily and severely rubber mounted to prevent important little pieces being shaken to bits.
Tearing Up the Club's Owner
diesel was something special and he wanted that time to be special when it came. it was just a bit after that they all received a text message from avon’s phone.
Rest Stop
He smiled up at the stars and breathed in the diesel fumes in the chilly night. sunrise was getting closer every minute, and he had to get home.