Tales from the Blog (8/20/2017): Devil at the Wheel 12

“I don’t know, Vin!”

“Fellows, please relax. You have nothing to fear. I’m here to take you on a trip.” The voice from the radio sounded like it was echoing out of some deep dank crypt where scary wet things slithered around in the darkness.

“Trip?” Mike asked, trying to sound calm. “I don’t want to go on no trip with you.”

“I’ve had enough of this. I’m breaking the fucking window and getting the fuck out of here!” Vin reached for the glove box, hoping to find something hard enough to break glass, and just as he reached for the handle, the seat belt lifted up into the air, slid across his body, and clicked into place.

Mike’s seat belt did the same thing.

The boys were now trapped in their seats . . . 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.

Tales from the Blog (8/13/2017): Devil at the Wheel 11

5 RPM

The radio fell silent, as the car sat there and idled or did it growl–the boys could have sworn they just heard that noise coming from underneath the hood.

Mike and Vinnie looked at one another.

“Mike. What the hell’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Vin.”

“You must have been running her too hard?”

“Please. My uncle runs her harder than this.”

“Hello, Gentleman.” The radio replied, as the door locks clicked into place, trapping them.

“What the hell’s going on, Mike!”

The boys yanked on the door handles, but they weren’t budging no matter how much they tugged on them . . . 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.

Tales from the Blog (8/6/2017): Devil at the Wheel 10

4 RPM

The car yanked sideways, narrowly missing a van; and then it flew up an exit ramp, starting to slow down, but still traveling faster than it should have been traveling.

At the top of the ramp, the car turned onto a two lane black top, nearly rolling over when it made the turn. The tires squealed, leaving white smoke in its wake.

Mike, who no longer had control of the car, looked over at Vin, who was looking at him.

They both turned back to the windshield when the car started to slow, and then it coasted to a stop in front of a sign that read Florida Everglades . . . 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.

Tales from the Blog (7/30/2017): Devil at the Wheel 9

3 RPM

The boys were sitting at a stop light, waiting for their chance to see what the Chevelle could do; and, of course, neither of them had on seat belts. They were young and invincible; the world was at their feet.

“I can’t believe your uncle owns this car,” Vin replied as his eyes danced across every inch of it, fantasizing about what Velle would look like once she got restored.

Mike held the clutch in and started to rev the engine. The small family of four in the car beside them all turned in a shocked surprise at the noise the Chevelle was making. Mike flipped them off and let go of the clutch. The rear tires spun for a moment; and then the car blasted through the red light, narrowly missing a semi-truck.

Mike looked over at Vin, as the speedometer climbed. “Listen to her sing man. That’s real fucking music!”

“Maybe she can sing, but I want to see her fucking play!”

“Hold onto your ass,” Mike replied, pushing the car through the gears, sending the metal machine flying down the road at a blinding breakneck speed.

The Chevelle rushed up onto the interstate, and the speed of the car kept climbing.

Mike moved, bobbed and weaved the car through traffic, tires screeching with each move, as fast heavy metal music blasted. They were flying by the seat of their youth and loving every minute of it.

Then it happened.

It happened quickly . . . 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.

Tales from the Blog (7/23/2017): Devil at the Wheel 8

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.

Tales from the Blog (7/16/2017): Devil at the Wheel 7

“Well, let’s go then. The longer we are in here the better the chance of getting caught.” Vin grabbed the key ring Mike was holding and made his way outside.

Mike locked up the house, and followed after Vin.

When the door to the house closed, a gust of wind, made by the door, blew a piece of paper off the desk. Underneath this piece of paper was a black leather-bound book with a pentagram on the cover. This five-pointed pentagram was bright red, like it had been drawn in blood. This symbol began to glow in the darkness.

When Mike reached the garage door, he stopped, because he couldn’t hear or see his buddy. “Vin, where are you?” He asked, leaning into the garage.

Vin jumped out of hiding, banging two pieces together of the loudest thing he could find.

Mike, of course, jumped. “You dumb son of a bitch! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Wuss,” Vin replied, smiling.

“Aren’t you afraid someone will hear that?” Mike asked, remembering how terrified Vin had once been of getting caught.

Vin shrugged it off as no big deal, and turned his attention to the car.

“What do you think?” Mike asked.

Through the curtainless windows, the full moonlight fell onto the car like a spotlight, giving it a ghost-like glow . . . 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.

Tales from the Blog (7/9/2017): Devil at the Wheel 6

“Did you get the house keys?”

“I did.” Mike dangled them out in front of Vinnie. “Did you get the beer?”

Vinnie produced a beer from a twelve pack he had at his feet. He tossed one to Mike. “You ask. I grant. Beer genie at your service.”

The two boys popped open their beer cans and then proceeded to race each other to the bottom of them. Two loud belches and two crushed cans later, it was all ruled a tie.

Done with the beer race, Mike unlocked the door to the house; and the two boys scampered inside.

Once inside, they began to scan the place for the keys to the garage and the keys to the car. It took them a moment of scrounging before one of them came up with the silver objects.

“Got ‘em,” Mike replied, as he fished the keys out of a drawer. As luck would have it, the garage and car key were on the same key ring, a key ring that had a picture of the devil on it smiling an evil grin . . . 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.