The Car
Anthony was at a car dealership. He wasn’t buying a car,mind you. Or at least not directly. You see Anthony had been asked by his neighbor Tommy Douglas to help him buy a new car.
Tommy had been asked, if you could call it asking by his wife to by a vehicle of his own, so that she could use their minivan without having for both of them to find a way to get Tommy to and from work, and coaching their son’s basketball team, along with other commitments.
Unfortunately, Tommy despite his capabilities in business management and accounting, knew little to nothing about cars. Which is why he had invited Anthony to come with him to the dealership, since Tommy all too well that Anthony was the most experienced gearhead in the neighborhood.
Except Tommy may have reconsidered asking Anthony if he had known that Anthony would infact get distracted the moment they stepped onto the lot. You see the first thing Anthony saw was a beautiful 1972 chevy nova, and it instantly filled his every thought.
Tommy and Anthony wondered around the lot looking at looking at cars, and Anthony giving his opinion. Somehow though they always ended up coming back to look at the nova, or at the very least passing it.
After a few hours Tommy had found a car that he liked, and that Anthony approved of, so Tommy went inside to sign some papers, leaving Anthony alone, with the Nova only a couple of feet away. Anthony casually walked over to the car trying not to give anyone who might be watching the impression that he was extremely eager to get a closer look at the car.
The chevy Nova was the only one like it on the lot, it was jet black, and glossy. It looked like it had just come out of the factory. The doors were locked, but the driver’s window was open just enough for Anthony to slip his hand through and reach down to the door handle, within seconds Anthony was sitting in the car, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.
As Anthony sat in car, he was unaware of the passage of time, since he was too busy remembering the first time he had come across a car like this.
It was when he was fourteen, Anthony and his best friend Peter Mullar. They had been scavenging Anthony’s uncle’s junkyard, looking for anything of interest that they could use to keep their young minds occupied during the hot days of summer. They never expected to find a car hidden amongst a bunch of old washing machines, bicycles, among other things that no one wanted or cared for.
They had just crawled over a pile of old tires when they spotted it. It was partially protruding from underneath an old tarp. They were in awestruck as soon as the tarp had been removed. There were some patches of rust, and more than a few dents, but it still was the most beautiful thing either of them had seen. The boys wasted no time scrambling into the old car, Anthony took the driver’s seat and Peter took the passenger seat, together the boys spent the next few hours racing around a racetrack, outrunning gunman, and traveling through time.
After they were done playing the boys came to the decision that this was their car, and nobody else’s. If they were younger they probably would have told someone about the car, and if they had been any older they would have left the car, not giving it a second thought. But they weren't’ too young, and they weren’t to old, they were boys. Boys mind you in the prime of their boyhood.
Together Anthony and Peter worked to push the car out to the main office of the junkyard. Anthony’s uncle who had seen the car coming up to the office had offered to help them, get his tow truck and just finish the job, but the two boys refused, they had spent too much time and energy getting this car this far to let someone else take over, and they didn’t want anyone to touch the car.
Anthony asked his uncle if they could keep the car. They would pay for naturally, and fix it, if only his uncle would keep it safe for them, until one of them got their license. His uncle agreed and stashed the car in an old garage that had come with the property.
For the rest of the summer the two boys went to the junkyard everyday they could and would work to rid the car of its rust, and dents. Anthony’s uncle also helped, he would bring parts from other cars, and any original parts he could that would fit the car, when he found them. by the end of the summer the car had amassed a collection of parts, and tools.
When winter came, the boys had to stop coming to the car, what with school, and the snow blocking them from even getting to the junkyard let alone car. But the moment the snow melted they were hard at work trying to bring the car back to it’s former glory. Sadly the summer after finding the car, Peter moved to minnesota. anthony promised that he would finish the car for the both of them, and when the car was done he promised to drive down to minnesota to show him.
By the time Anthony was seventeen and had his license, the car was done and payed for. It was a beautiful machine. It was now Anthony’s pride and joy. Not just his either, the entire town seemed to love the car. People would take pictures with it if they ever passed it on the street, but they never dared touch. a couple of people would even stop by at Anthony’s house to catch a glimpse of the car. The high school had even requested to use the car to lead their float during the town’s founding parade. It was almost like the car had put everyone under a spell.
Like I said this is only a portion of the story, It become a lot more entertaining in the second half. Now i will return to my usual writings.
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