Trifecta 109: The burning car

This true story of an automobile tragedy is my entry into Trifecta week 109. The word is ‘Whatever’

When I was a kid, my uncle used to paint cars. Back then, cars were cool, and the owners took special pride in just owning them. On one occasion, my uncle, who was much older than I was, and usually treated me like a small child even though I was almost eleven, asked if I would like to see his car.

When he brought me into the garage, my eyes almost burst! Here was his pride and joy, a 1969 Camaro, sitting as graceful as a swan under a spotlight that he had mounted on the ceiling. Below the car was a sign with pictures of the car’s progress from a junker to a work of beauty. He had the car painted cool black with red and orange flames running along the hood and on the sides of the car. Even at eleven, I knew this was cool. Every day I visited him, I would constantly talk about his cool car, almost to the point of driving him crazy.

One day, while he was talking to a client about painting his car, I walked past him and onto the garage. When I got there, I saw smoke billowing from the garage door. Upon  further inspection, I seen that his beautiful car was engulfed in flames. I ran out to warn  my uncle.

I still remember my confusion when I told him about his car. “Flames, its got flames everywhere!” I said.

He looked down at me and laughed. “Of course it does, I painted them  there!” he joked.

“But the flames are everywhere! Come look!” I hollered.

‘Whatever!” said my uncle, hushing me away so that he and his friend could talk.

Just  then, he glanced over to the garage to find the place on fire. The fire took everything, the car, the garage, and all his tools.

My uncle never mentioned his car afterwards, but one thing he did do, and that was learn to take me  more serious when I spoke.

8 thoughts on “Trifecta 109: The burning car

  1. “treated me like a small child even though I was almost eleven” is such a great line. A sad story, well-told.

  2. As a teacher, I have seen, far too often, the lack of respect adults have for the opinions and ideas of children. They so cavalierly brush aside what kids say as being merely, “kid’s stuff”, as if that makes it all worthless and uninteresting. There is much wisdom in the words of our children. This was a tough lesson for your uncle to have learned. Just as an aside, the teacher in me feels obligated to point out that “the cars progress” should be “the car’s progress” and “I seen smoke billowing…” should be, “I saw smoke billowing….”. Sorry. Feel free to delete this post if you do not wish my corrections visible to others. I will understand. 🙂

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