This light made it look meaner, more evil, like it could almost drive itself. It was painted black with a red racing stripe running from hood to trunk, and each tire had white lettering on the side.
“It’s beyond words, Mike, beyond words. I’ve heard you talk about this car before, but I have never had the chance to see it till now.”
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
“I’ll say. I hope Velle looks like this when I finish her restoration.” Vin ran his hand over the polished exterior and peered into the car.
It was as neat and clean on the inside as it was on the outside. It had black cloth seats, chrome shifter, chrome handles for the windows, leather steering wheel, and a brand new powerful sound system.
“Let’s take her for a spin,” Vin replied.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Mike replied, opening the garage door. He then turned back to Vin. “We need to do this real quiet like. We drift it down the driveway, and then ease it out into the street maybe push it until we’re off the block. You cool with that?”
“As long as I get a chance to drive her.”
“We both will. Let’s just get this done, and hope the neighbors don’t see or hear us.”
The boys were quiet as a mouse, and they had the car down the street and off the block without anybody noticing them.
It would have saved their lives if someone had . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.