PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes
Two warriors revved their engines. “What you got in ‘er?” he asked.
“318, four barrel with a stick shift” I hollered, ready for battle. “What you got?”
“Straight 6, two speed power glide and a heavy foot” he replied, almost proud.
The flag dropped and the two of us tore down the street. we were neck and neck before the old guy swerved in my lane, taking most of my front bumper with him.
My bravery quickly turned to fear when I realized that he had just tore the bumper from my dad’s Dodge Pickup, I was a dead man.
the story was true….dad was surprisingly calm….got up the next morning, repaired the bumper…..and handed me the keys again. I learned a lot from that man, still learning…
This blast from the past is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.