“It was hanging left until I saw her,” Vin replied, pointing to a pretty blonde in tight shorts walking by on the sidewalk.
Mike turned to see what Vin saw, and he too enjoyed the view. “Man, what I wouldn’t give for a little piece like that.”
“You can keep dreaming, buddy. Society girls don’t hang around with the likes of us.”
“Damn shame.” Mike turned back to Vin, who was now leaning into the engine compartment, banging away on something. “You still interested in a joyride this weekend?”
“I think you remember the last time,” Vin replied, without looking up.
“Cops happened to be there. We lost them though.”
“Got lucky was more like it.”
“How about this? We got it free and clear. Not stolen off a car lot, and no torching this time either, since I know you hate that part of it.”
Vin nearly dropped his wrench, and he looked up so quick that he almost took the top part of his head off on the underside of the hood. “Who the hell is going to give us a car bad enough for us to take a joyride in?” . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Do you want to read Part 1? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to do so. Thanks. Have a great Sunday.