“I’d say eight Saturday night. That will give us some time to cruise the strip, check out the chicks, do what we do and maybe get a screw.”
“That’s a terrible rhyme.”
“I’m not a poet, and I know it.”
Vin smiled. “I’ll score us some beer since you got the car. It’s the least I could do.”
“That sounds like a plan. I better split.”
“Later.” Mike made his way down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.
Vin went back to work on his car, thinking of that joyride on Saturday night . . . 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.
“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.
“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.
Late one afternoon, Vinnie Green was in his garage working on his 1970 Chevy Chevelle. His dream car was almost completely restored. He was a tall, eighteen-year-old kid who wore his brown hair long and his jeans old. On his feet were a pair of tennis shoes and on his chest, his badge of honor, a logo of one of his favorite heavy metal bands, King Diamond. He leaned out of the engine compartment when his friend Mike Allwa walked into his garage.
“How’s it hanging, Vin?” Mike asked with a big “I got some trouble brewing up my sleeve” smile. Mike (about six inches shorter than his friend with long black hair) was dressed just like Vin, but his shirt displayed another band, a group that was current and new, Five Finger Death Punch–great band if you haven’t listened to them by now.
Mike was the guy that always got Vin into trouble, from selling a little weed to taking a car off a sales lot for a joyride. Mike had gotten Vin to do it all with little or no persuasion. Vin was an easy-going guy, a like-to-go-along-with-the-flow kind of guy, so anything Mike suggested they do, Vin usually had no problems doing . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” for other stories posted weekly.