There's literary licence and there's total lack of credibility!
See what YOU think of this excerpt on a car chasing a freight train:
"The second the caboose passed by, Bell gunned the Wolf's motor and drove it out of the thicket, up the gravel embankment, and onto the tracks. He fought his right-side tires over the nearest rail and opened the throttle. The Wolf tore after the train, bouncing hard on its ties. At nearly forty miles an hour, it bucked violently and swayed from side to side. Rubber squealed against steel, as the tires slammed against the rails. Bell halved the distanced between him and the train. Halved it again, until he was only ten feet behind the train. Now he saw that he could not jump onto the caboose without pulling alongside the train. He slewed the car back oer the rail and steered on the edge of the embankment, which was steep and narrow and studded with telegraph poles.
He had to pull alongside the caboose, grab one of its side ladders, and jump before the race car lost speed and fell back. He overtook the train, steered alongside it. A car length ahead, he saw a telegraph pole that was set closer than the others to the rail. There was no room to squeeze between it and the train.
Bell gunned the engine, seized the caboose's ladder in his right hand, and jumped.
His fingers slipped on the cold steel rung. He heard the Packard Wolf crash into the telegraph pole behind him. Swinging wildly from one arm, he glimpsed the Wolf tumbling down the embankment and fought with all his strength to avoid the same fate. But his arm felt as if it had been ripped out ofhis shoulder. The pain tore down his arm like fre. Hard as he tried to hold on, he could not stop his fingers from splaying open.
He fell. As his boots hit the ballast, he caught the bottom rung of the ladder with his left hand. His boots dragged on the stones, threatening his precarious grip. Then he got both hands on the ladder, tucked his legs up in a tight ball, and hauled himself up, climbing hand over hand, until he could plant a boot on the rung and swing onto the rear platform of the caboose."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Do I really look that stupid to you, Mr Cussler? Sad to say, I was enjoying the story up until that point but when you insult my intelligence and credibility to THAT extent, all bets are off. This book is relegated to my DNF list and is headed for the local Little Free Library box. Maybe somebody else is more willing to accept that kind of nonsense than I am!
Paul Weiss