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Dune Buggy Mayhem: From Rags to Riches
"There's Trouble, and then there's 'Trouble', and the Trouble with some Trouble is at First...it doesn't look like Trouble. But it is Trouble!"
Waylon Jennings (TDOH)
🏎️
A #WRITCO Original Story
🏎️💨💨 🚓💨
THE BIG ESCAPE
📚
Alright y'all, I want you to get your snack'ems 🥨 🍪
Grab a bottle of Coke 🥤
Kick your feet 🦶🏿 🦶🏿 up in your lounge chair 💺
And prepare for a hilarious 😂 😆
Wild Ride like you've NEVER seen before!
I'm your Narrator, I A Sky Dude; but you can refer to me as the Bandolier.
Now this is a Story about a particular car, at a particular location, at a particular time. At first, she wasn't much to look at. 😂 in fact, it wasn't much more than a rusty hulk on four wheels 😆 😂 ... but, well, let's see if things turn around, shall we?
And the Story starts here ...
"Why that Old Beater ain't worth a dollar!" The Old Codger said. "Be lucky to drive her off my lot, I reckon!" He laughed.
The prospective buyer looked to the rusting heap, then to the sardonic car salesman, and back at the stripped down girl. "You know, there's this indefinable charm she has under that dress, I just can not resist!"
The Salesman looked at him with surprise, and laughed again, as he saw the dilapidated one horse madam. "Okay, well, make me an offer," he continued to guffaw. "But if she dies on the table, the Buck's on you, my friend!"
He gave it another once over, and popped her trunk, feeling around inside. There was an old newspaper 📰 clipping from 1963. "Yup," he said to himself. "That'll confirm it!"
"I'll give you $100 for the car, and a pack of Camels," the man quickly passed a hundred dollar bill.
The Salesman again laughed, "I'm afraid you just paid $100 for a pack of Smokes and a Smile," he handed him the key, "but it's a Smile that I'm more than happy to give!" As he turned to go back into the store, he paused, turning back around. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot! This faded decal came along with it. Here, it's on me!" He tossed it over to him.
Laughing, he turned around, and just shook his head going back inside.
The man wiped off the collected dust on the decal; and just barely, he could see what it showed.
#53
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"Sir, I'm just afraid I cannot allow you to drive this wreck along the highway!"
"Wreck!? Well why the hell not," the driver asked.
The officer guffawed. "Well, have you even looked at this beater, lately?" He ran his hand along the dust on the windowless door panel, shaking off half an inch of rust and dust, guffawing. "And, in the mirror 🪞 the way you look driving it!?" He pointed, "but of course not, because there ain't no mirror on the entire car!" Now he REALLY laughed.
"Well, that's just the way they made these back then."
"Back when," the officer pontificated, "The Stone Age?"
The man sighed, "look, my house is just right up the road here. You can see my barn."
The officer shook his head, "nope, 'fraid not! Look, Fred Flintstone, tell you what. You can get out and carry that old husk on up to your residence and I'll only give you a ticket for vagrancy on the highway. How's that strike you?" He grinned. "Yabba Dabba Doo!"
The man got out of his new prize, and behind his Dune Buggy, pushing it on up the hill; after collecting the imposed ticket, of course.
After an hour, finally, he got his lady into the barn.
She was an absolute mess!
Her dressing was chipped and rusted, color fading, innards starved, and piping completely clogged.
She looked nearly dead.
But he was an expert mechanic; and he had the tools and the talent to bring the ole girl off life support.
He started stripping her down to her bare undies; the bare bones, completely reworking her back together again.
When he had finished the final coat of paint, he refurbished the decal, placing it along the side. Fully restored, with a new coat of blue paint, she was ready for her first outing.
It had been so long since she was really opened up. And, he was her perfect companion, in a long line of drivers.
Boy! Did she purr.
When he was pulled over for the second time (by the same officer), she was speeding. But, as the officer slowly stepped out of the squad car, the Bug zipped away quick as a Wink!
The smoke and dust from the dirt road 🛣️ left him wondering which direction, and by the time he decided, it was too late.
Mr. Dune Buggy and his girl, were long gone.
"Some B*TCH!" The officer exclaimed, coughing and waving away the dust and smoke.
TBC
🏎️💨💨🚓💨
THANK YOU FOR READING
🙏🏿 😌
ALWAYS BELIEVE
🌈 📖
© I Am MichAel
Waylon Jennings (TDOH)
🏎️
A #WRITCO Original Story
🏎️💨💨 🚓💨
THE BIG ESCAPE
📚
Alright y'all, I want you to get your snack'ems 🥨 🍪
Grab a bottle of Coke 🥤
Kick your feet 🦶🏿 🦶🏿 up in your lounge chair 💺
And prepare for a hilarious 😂 😆
Wild Ride like you've NEVER seen before!
I'm your Narrator, I A Sky Dude; but you can refer to me as the Bandolier.
Now this is a Story about a particular car, at a particular location, at a particular time. At first, she wasn't much to look at. 😂 in fact, it wasn't much more than a rusty hulk on four wheels 😆 😂 ... but, well, let's see if things turn around, shall we?
And the Story starts here ...
"Why that Old Beater ain't worth a dollar!" The Old Codger said. "Be lucky to drive her off my lot, I reckon!" He laughed.
The prospective buyer looked to the rusting heap, then to the sardonic car salesman, and back at the stripped down girl. "You know, there's this indefinable charm she has under that dress, I just can not resist!"
The Salesman looked at him with surprise, and laughed again, as he saw the dilapidated one horse madam. "Okay, well, make me an offer," he continued to guffaw. "But if she dies on the table, the Buck's on you, my friend!"
He gave it another once over, and popped her trunk, feeling around inside. There was an old newspaper 📰 clipping from 1963. "Yup," he said to himself. "That'll confirm it!"
"I'll give you $100 for the car, and a pack of Camels," the man quickly passed a hundred dollar bill.
The Salesman again laughed, "I'm afraid you just paid $100 for a pack of Smokes and a Smile," he handed him the key, "but it's a Smile that I'm more than happy to give!" As he turned to go back into the store, he paused, turning back around. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot! This faded decal came along with it. Here, it's on me!" He tossed it over to him.
Laughing, he turned around, and just shook his head going back inside.
The man wiped off the collected dust on the decal; and just barely, he could see what it showed.
#53
*****************
"Sir, I'm just afraid I cannot allow you to drive this wreck along the highway!"
"Wreck!? Well why the hell not," the driver asked.
The officer guffawed. "Well, have you even looked at this beater, lately?" He ran his hand along the dust on the windowless door panel, shaking off half an inch of rust and dust, guffawing. "And, in the mirror 🪞 the way you look driving it!?" He pointed, "but of course not, because there ain't no mirror on the entire car!" Now he REALLY laughed.
"Well, that's just the way they made these back then."
"Back when," the officer pontificated, "The Stone Age?"
The man sighed, "look, my house is just right up the road here. You can see my barn."
The officer shook his head, "nope, 'fraid not! Look, Fred Flintstone, tell you what. You can get out and carry that old husk on up to your residence and I'll only give you a ticket for vagrancy on the highway. How's that strike you?" He grinned. "Yabba Dabba Doo!"
The man got out of his new prize, and behind his Dune Buggy, pushing it on up the hill; after collecting the imposed ticket, of course.
After an hour, finally, he got his lady into the barn.
She was an absolute mess!
Her dressing was chipped and rusted, color fading, innards starved, and piping completely clogged.
She looked nearly dead.
But he was an expert mechanic; and he had the tools and the talent to bring the ole girl off life support.
He started stripping her down to her bare undies; the bare bones, completely reworking her back together again.
When he had finished the final coat of paint, he refurbished the decal, placing it along the side. Fully restored, with a new coat of blue paint, she was ready for her first outing.
It had been so long since she was really opened up. And, he was her perfect companion, in a long line of drivers.
Boy! Did she purr.
When he was pulled over for the second time (by the same officer), she was speeding. But, as the officer slowly stepped out of the squad car, the Bug zipped away quick as a Wink!
The smoke and dust from the dirt road 🛣️ left him wondering which direction, and by the time he decided, it was too late.
Mr. Dune Buggy and his girl, were long gone.
"Some B*TCH!" The officer exclaimed, coughing and waving away the dust and smoke.
TBC
🏎️💨💨🚓💨
THANK YOU FOR READING
🙏🏿 😌
ALWAYS BELIEVE
🌈 📖
© I Am MichAel
