Monday, September 14, 2009

fictional character quest

She was his fountain of youth. He had to find her. He had made the mistake of losing her five years ago, then let her slip through his fingers once again two years later, but this time he was prepared. John had no concept of time, he simply obeyed his urge to fly. No matter what vehicle he was in, he took it to its limits. This time he was flying across a starry desert night Nevada highway in a 1969 blue and orange Ford GT40. John was a prisoner to classic cars. They always gave him trouble, but for some reason he couldn't give them up. There was something about the simplicity of a 60's vehicle that made him feel at most comfortable. Last he heard Steve was keeping his 1968 Ford Mustang GT500 in a garage in southern California. In a race for pinks Steve took her from him because of his own mistake. John got too confident. His Mustang had taken out too many cars to count, but he should have been smarter when racing the black Dodge Viper with plates that read "Bitten". He just got too comfortable, and that is the reason he lost her. He can't afford to make that mistake again. His speedometer buried, John pushed the gas petal down further. Making his way across America to find his one and only true love. It was four in the morning, but he wasn't tired, he was fueled by adrenaline pushing his GT40 through the slightly banked highway corners of speeds in excess of 160 mph. With his hands cold, but sweating, at this pace he would reach California by two in the afternoon. He knew he should sleep but he was getting too close. Once he found her, he would race for her once again, and this time prevail. Without her he was growing old, slowing down, finding it harder to push himself. The only cure was the feel of her warm leather steering wheel in one hand and cold metal shift handle in the other. Imagining sinking in her deep driver's seat staring over her beautiful raised gray hood, John found himself suddenly reaching Smyrna, the town he knew he would find her. This time she would be his and he could breathe fully again.

1 comment:

  1. We should write what we love, Dustin, as this journal shows. I love the details about the cars in here. Specifics like this really shine: "this time he was flying across a starry desert night Nevada highway in a 1969 blue and orange Ford GT40." Now, get some more sensory detail in here, too, the rumble of the engine, smell of old leather, etc. It's a classic quest story featuring classic cars. Nice work.

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