There seemed to be a veritable multitude of little handles and indicators for the control of the Hunkajunk super six touring model.

Not even a wireless apparatus, with which Pee-wee's scouting experience had made him familiar, had such a variety of shiny little odds and ends.
Having no knowledge of these things he moved his hand among them cautiously, fearful lest some inadvertent touch might cause the car to go careering into the board wall.

He bent his head close to the instrument board in search of printed words indicating the purpose of the various buttons, but the darkness was too dense for him to see anything but the shiny nickel.

At the same time his wandering foot, conducting an exploration of its own, came against a little knob.
Pee-wee never knew precisely what he did to cause the startling occurrence which followed.

There were two switch buttons, side by side, and in one a small key had been left.