“You’re dreaming. There’s no way he’s going to let you take out that Chevelle.”
“He ain’t going to know we did it.” Mike leaned a little closer to Vin, as he delivered the next part of his speech. “You see, he’s going out of town this weekend; and all we need to do is borrow it on Saturday and bring it back on Sunday, washed and clean, easy as a slice of pie.”
“He’s not going to take it when he leaves?”
“Never does. He’s got his traveling car for long trips. He only takes out the Chevelle when he’s home or trying to get laid.”
“So, it’s just going to be sitting there, ready for the taking.” Vin was getting super exited now. To drive a mint 1970 Chevy Chevelle, like the one he was restoring, would be like losing his virginity all over again.
“Ready and easy, lickety pleasy.”
“Time?” Vin was just thinking of the car now. He could almost feel that wheel in his hand and that power underneath his butt, smell the burning rubber, and hear the tail pipes as they roared out that sweet powerful engine music . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Do you need to catch up? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to do so. Thanks for reading. Have a great Sunday.