Here a little more creative writing for you all. Please any feedback is greatly appreciated, even if you HATE it. Thank you. As with any story, I bear no witness to such events or similarity there of. 8>)
Heather
She was my pride and joy, Heather was her name and boy was she fast. Completely Black 1991 Isuzu Impulse, with tinted windows, All-Wheel-Drive, Turbo, 17” Lo-Pros, Racing Rims that weighed less than seventeen pounds a piece, Suspension that was designed by Lotus then enhanced by yours truly, Recaro Seating, Air Intake and every other possible engine modification I could possibly make. She was a true Wolf, 280 Horsepower of street burning madness. One of the few cars in the country at the time that could honestly do a four-wheel burnout, she was mine, and we were one.
On one of my trips back to Atlanta from Jefferson City, where I lived at the time, I was passing through Nashville. I had just stopped to fill Heather up with premium, checked the fluids, and tire pressures for the next few hours of driving. We were taking it easy tonight, a nice leisurely drive during the evening hours. It’s when I preferred to do my traveling. Heather ran better, got better mileage, and ran cooler, all in all its better to drive at night, its easier on your car. About thirty miles outside of Nashville a Black Trans Am blew by me. At first I paid no attention, another American Muscle that could run really fast in a straight line, but had no chance of staying on the road in the twisties. Another 30 miles down, the same car blew past me again skirting between me and another car I was passing. This time it was a dare, and Heather felt it too, as he missed my front bumper by inches, I felt Heather lurch forward. She was begging to take this guy on, the mountains were coming, and I knew I could take him there. I dropped the clutch, shifted from fifth to third, blipped the throttle to bring the RPM’s up before releasing the clutch again and hit the gas. Within a few minutes we were caught up to the T/A, and without even slowing I dived onto the shoulder and passed him as he passed another car on his right, his dare was matched by my threat, and the run was on.
For forty-five minutes we battled on Interstate 24, through the mountains, on the straights, passing with a careless recklessness that would make the devil shutter in fear. My adrenaline pumped through my veins, and sweat ran down my cheek as Rob Zombie “Dragula” cursed through the stereo. Heather never missed a beat; every downshift was met with the hiss of the blow off valve, up shifts brought the roar of the exhaust. Finally in one of the last stretches of extreme down hill curves I pulled the maneuver of all maneuvers. As we approached a pair of Semi-trucks side by side, there was only one lane left, and my opponent was occupying that lane. I was about to lose, and both of us knew it. Moving close to a 115 MPH I had to slow down or risk running into the back of the semi. For only reasons I can guess, the semi on the right started to float onto the right shoulder, leaving just enough room if I was fast enough, to buzz right in between the two haulers. With out thinking I took my opportunity and slid my foot to the floor to downshift back into fourth and hit the gas. Heather screamed forward and the sides of the trucks became a blur, as I approached the end of my tunnel the truck on the right began his move back into his lane. I felt my ass pucker as I popped out in front of both trucks and slid to the outermost left lane in front of the T/A. I had enough it was time to end this fun I looked down ten miles outside of Chattanooga and realized I needed fuel. I think my nemesis realized this also and backed off as I lost his headlamps in the distance behind me. I pulled onto the next off ramp and stopped to feed the monster that was Heather. After checking her fluids, temps, and pressures, I walked inside to pay the bill and grab some refreshments for myself. As I walked back outside my opponent was parked behind me fueling his ride and walking around Heather scratching his head.
“Nice Run! That was the most fun I have had in a while!” I shouted out as I strolled back to my car. Thinking to myself “I almost died tonight”
“Your one crazy SOB! I have not driven that hard in a LOONG time, that was some beautiful driving! What sort of car is this, I have never seen it before?”
“Thank you, I didn’t think I was going to make it between the semi’s” I said, trying to keep a calm voice. I then answered his question and the conversation moved to the events of the evening.
As our conversation continued, two police cars pulled up and stopped at the Gas pumps across from us. One officer got out and explained he had gotten complaints of two Black sports cars, running in excess of a 120 MPH through the mountains and asked if we had seen them. Both replied “no” and got in our cars and left.
A few weeks later, I was on a job interview with Cotton States Insurance, as I sat in the receptionists office waiting for my prospective new employer to walk through the door to begin the interview process, I looked up and saw my nemesis from a few weeks earlier. He was to become my new boss; I guess the world really is small. The entire interview consisted of cars, driving, and driver stories, never once talking about the Job or the Job requirements.
