Come on, baby. Put the pedal to the metal. Push it hard and deep. You know you want to.
Hearing the sweet and seductive voice in his head, Edward Knight took a breath and stomped on the silvery gas pedal. The headlights lit the abandoned desert field in a bright white hue as the high schooler gunned the engine of the 58 Plymouth Fury, eagerly testing out the extent of his new ride's horse power before he was due to pick up his buddy for the party they were invited to. Jamming out to AC/DC's Highway to Hell song, Eddie drifted past rocks, dunes, and even cacti as dust was kicked into the evening air. It had taken the Honor student about an hour to locate a desolate area such as this one to explore his car's full potential. A nagging voice in the back of his head served as a catalyst for him try to test the Fury's speed, which could run up to almost 120 mph. No one could pester him here, especially those pesky Highway Patrol men who loved to park at the side of the road to catch any young adults who thought they could burst the speed limit to get to their destinations faster.
Wooh! This baby is a bang for my buck! If only Rollie could come along for the ride. Oh wait! Shouldn't I pick him up for Nevin's party later on tonight?
"Nah, don't worry about that, son. He can wait. An extra half hour won't kill him."
Startled, Eddie glanced to his right to see the passenger seat occupied by a decrepit old man dressed in a worn-out sickly green jacket that had a patch that depicted 3rd Infantry Division in large black letters inside a large white star.
"Who the hell are you? How did you get in my car?"
One moment, the old geezer was there, the next moment after Eddie blinked his eyes, the man was gone. All that was left was the empty seat, the same color as a fire hydrant.
Am I tripping or something? I saw an old geezer in the shotgun position. Damm! The all-nighter for Mr. McMillan must be screwing with my eyes.
The previous night, he had left his AP Literature essay on Par Lagerkvist's The Dwarf on the backburner due to band practice as well as other extra curricular activities such as the horror and the sci-fi clubs so he spent most of the night catching up on it. It was no picnic as the book's plot felt peculiar to the high school senior.
Whose mind can conjure up a world about a misanthropic dwarf who hates everyone, but himself? Maybe it reflects the mind of the author, who may as well be some sick bastard like Stephen King or a pedophile for all I know. Holy Crapp! When did that dune appear?
The JROTC student then had half a mind to brake or to swerve to the side to avoid the sloping mound, but a voice he assumed was in the back of his head dissuaded him from taking evasive action. It sounded like a boy his age, but on the nerdier side.
"Push down the gas pedal. Trust me, you won't regret it."
Without having the mind to question or even refuse that proposition, Eddie slammed his sneakered foot onto the silvery gas pedal, resulting in the Fury shooting up the sloping top of the dune and shooting through the air like a big red bullet. Edward Knight felt the full force of gravity push him back into his seat as he went full throttle on the engine. His eyes, as round as beetles, landed on the speedometer, glowing a ghostly green color, and noticed that he was flying into the air at nearly 100 mph.
Holy Hell, the car is going to get wrecked at that speed. Worse, I'mma get a broken neck at best.
As the car made contact with the ground face-first onto the rough sands, Eddie jolted in his seat, getting a minor whiplash in the process. He heard a loud thud as he felt the antique Plymouth's anterior side strike the ground and shoot through the desert floor, shooting dirt and dust into the air while it ran over cacti and sage brushes.
Based on what I have heard, that must have been quite the fender bender.
"Dayum! That was frickin' intense!"
"See? I knew you'd have a blast like I had with this baby."
"The brat is spot on with that. You will find my girl has many surprises in store for you."
"I bet." Eddie glanced to his left and to the back of his car and his eyes grew wide as he saw the geezer from earlier and a goofy dark-haired chap wearing large glasses sitting in the back seat of Christine. "Woah! Who the hell are you guys? When did you get in my car?"
He blinked and frowned as he saw that the two men had disappeared as quickly as they had appeared like apparitions.
Dayum! I think I am hallucinating. Stupid Mr.McMillan. Is this how being on drugs feels like?
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What's taking Eddie so dayum long? I have been waiting for an hour already.
It was a quarter to eight as Rollie awaited his friend's arrival in front of his house in the Bakersfield suburb yet he saw no sign of the dude or his fire truck-colored ride Christine. The JROTC student gazed out at the city in the distance as he contemplated the issue at hand while gazing at the Fox Theater, a white monolithic tower standing out against the darkness that surrounded it, save for the bright lights of downtown Bakersfield underneath it. He was beginning to think that his bestie had decided to flake out at the last minute and either forgotten to notify him or didn't even bother to when the headlights of a car turned the bend like two sets of flashlights and a bright red Plymouth Fury roared into view.
Ah, Eddie and Christine have finally arrived. What took them so long? Hold on a sec, why am I referring to that ancient relic as a person?
The car pulled up in Rollie's driveway and the door opened, revealing a grinning Edward Knight.
"Yo, hop in! We got a party to attend to!"
As the teen, dressed in black, entered through the front passenger seat, and soon they were off. As the smell of ancient leather greeted his nose, the brown-haired guy glanced over at his African-American buddy as they sped off toward the nearest freeway to reach their friend Nevin's house at the other end of the suburbs. In the shiny moonlight, Rollie noticed that Eddie looked like he had gotten laid by the toothy grin he was sporting. Maybe that contributed to his tardiness. As if he read his BFF's mind, Edward turned to answer him.
"Sorry for not showing up sooner, but I had matters to deal with relating this my special girl."
Rollie raised a brow. "And who is the lucky gal? Do I know her?"
Eddie patted Christine's dashboard. "Christine, duh! Did you know that she can take quite a beating? I discovered that earlier when I took her for a spin in the desert. I have a cr*p load to tell you about this baby before we reach Nevin's."
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