3rd and final story:

It was bound to happen. Last night, I had one final run in with my little Civic buddies. I believe that after this episode, I can close the book on this story and move on to another daring "Tale from the Road." For now, let's enjoy this one final moment with Buddy and his beat up Civic.

It's another late night on Loop 820 and I'm cruising back home like I always do. The window's down, the warm Texas air filtering into the cabin and tugging at the brim of my baseball cap. The speedometer shows sixty, my cruise control dutifully holding the speed as I crest a hill and pass Meacham International Airport.

I stifle a yawn in the back of my throat as the radio changes tracks to another classic Bowling for Soup number. I start taping my left foot in time with the upbeat song "Get Happy" as a single headlight crests the hill behind me and closes the distance in the favored left lane.

I glance in my side mirror as the cycloptic car gets closer. I watch him as the nose dips a bit and he slows down, pulling up alongside. I look up in time to see two faces glaring back at me. One of them is wearing a backwards baseball cap, the driver seemingly yelling at me with his eyes. The passenger shoots me the finger. I smile and shoot it back. My eyes drop to the door panel and I catch white paint with primer splotches.

I grin. I was wondering when I'd see these guys again.

I give them a jaunty wave as I roll my window back up and accelerate a bit.

The Civic immediately catches up and I glace over. The passenger reaches into the back seat and procures an aluminum baseball bat. He holds it out the window by the sweet spot and wiggles it at me, shouting and swearing at me through my closed window. I face forward and sigh, not wishing to give these boys any more of my time. A sudden movement catches my attention and I look over in time to see the aluminum bat miss my mirror by a foot and continue downward. It smacks the Civic's door panel with a thunk!

I jam on the brakes, the Demon's nose dipping heavily like it's trying to mate with the pavement. The bat withdraws back into the Civic as he brakes as well.

"Oh hell no," I mutter as I move into the far right lane and pull the gear shifter into fourth. I open the throttle and release the clutch just as the Civic scoots over and I draw alongside.

The Demon roars, spreading her wings for me as I open the throttle all the way. With a slight buck the car accelerates, the distance between me and the Civic starting to open as he shifts to the right lane behind me and throws on his brights. Well...his bright. The Demon crests eighty and I push it into fifth. Her wails are reduced to a throaty growl as I exit the freeway and start heading up the access road to Quebec Street. It's a fairly steep hill, leading to an overpass on the left to cross the highway. The street then continues down beside 820 and spills out at the Marina.

I watch the Civic exit and I shake my head. These guys just won't give up this time.

The light atop the hill goes green as I approach, and I maintain my speed as I crest the hill. I can feel myself rising a bit in the seat as the suspension decompresses for a split second. The car's weight settles back to the pavement as I rocket down the hill towards the Navajo intersection. The single headlight crests the hill and follows me down. I've got about fifty yards on these guys but they want me bad.

"God damn it," I mutter as I ponder my options. My best bet is to lose them on the lake roads. The lake roads are a path of winding and narrow streets that run along the coast of Lake Worth. They're very snake0like and tough to drive on. It's where I practice autocrossing. At a much lower speed, of course.

I close my eyes and pray for a split second as I rocket through the empty intersection. The cop that's normally stationed at the gas station on the corner to watch the stop sign I just blew is not there tonight, possibly busy with the drunkards at the bar up the road a bit. I curse myself for doing something incredibly stupid and glace up, hoping the Civic stops.

He doesn't, nearing getting blindsided by a pick-up as he blows the sign as well.

I stare forward, concentrating on the upcoming turn. It's a 90 degree left turn that, if missed, would send me careening into the Lake Worth Marina's parking lot. I brake hard and downshift, the revs hopping up quickly. With a roar of protest the Demon slows, the nose diving back to the pavement. She wants to run free, not be reigned in.

"Do it for Daddy," I mutter as I jerk the wheel to the left and apex the turn. The left front wheel brushes the grass as I hurtle around the corner. The right tires scream in agony as I rip the car around the turn and accelerate down the short straight toward another turn.

That was all I needed.

I watch my mirror as the the Civic attempts to enter the turn too fast. Tire smoke and dust billows from his car as it slides sideways a bit and disappears from view down a small hill toward the Marina. All I can see now is the cloud of smoke and dust dissipating from view.

I stop the car and reverse, backing up to the apex of the turn and looking down into the parking lot. The Civic sits upright, engine running, about fifteen feet from a bridge column. This thing is huge, supporting the weight of the Loop 820 bridge as it crosses overhead. The two boys are out of the car and swearing, kicking dirt and pounding their fists on the car. I honk my horn and they look up. One of them points and yells.

I give them one more wave and take off, leaving them behind to collect their thoughts.

I know, running the stop sign was a really, really stupid thing to do. But in the situation, if I had stopped the Civic probably would have run into me. At the speed he was going, I couldn't stop and then accelerate in time before he was right on top of me. Now that I'm home and safe, I realize I could have done a lot of things differently and I regret the decisions I made. I could have easily called the cops on my cell phone.

But when he started swinging that bat, it was go time. I was lost in the moment and did what I thought was necessary.

 

2 more well written stories..

 

Actually there is one more part...


And so, the tale of the Civc comes to a close. Today marks the final chapter in this exciting, dramatic story.

While out for a walk to blow off some steam and to let the Demon rest for a while, I happened upon our local police department. The building's realatively new and has an attached lot for the police cruisers to park. It's also the impound lot where the cars that are towed by the police department are stored until either sold to an auction or used as evidence in a criminal case. As I walked past the locked gate, I took a glance inside and took an inventory of the latest vehicles in "stock," so to speak.

The usual vehicles are there. A few off-duty police cruisers, a new Jeep Wrangler, an older Mustang with a damaged fender, a new Ford F-150 that had a red tag on it, and a white Honda Civic. I stop and peer through the bars at this lonely little import, sitting at the back of the lot next to the station house.

The bumper is missing, the hood is red and one of the front fenders is black. The windows are tinted poorly and one of the rear quarter panels has a smattering of Bondo and primer.

I take a closer look at this car, noticing some bright white paint spots on the dull white door.

I smile slightly. This is the Civic. It's the Civic that wanted to play.

I don't have any idea how long it's been there or why, but it was there. No telling what the little punks did to have it towed, but they did have the sense to try and paint the car and replaced the damaged parts.

So, there you have it. This story is over and done with. Looks like I'll get my moment of fame and then fade back into the shadows of the Org. Wink Thanks for enjoying the story and may it live on as one of the most unique and interesting stories ever told.

*tips hat*

 

Great story man, so how much power is this demon putting down,
I mean you actually beat an import
Next time write about how you beat up on a geo metro.
Though i love the couch, that is classic.

 

Who are you talking to??? The guy that wrote the story is on the Neon forums.

 

I enjoyed the couch chapter. The kid definitely has a creative writing style.

But there is something about good guy/bad guy ricer duels that makes me yawnnnnnnn. It's like watching children fight on the playground.

 

Glad to see y'all had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Wish I could say it was all made up.

How much power is the Demon putting down? Not really sure, but I can assure you it's nowhere near the power of the LS1 or anything comparable. It's a Neon and nothing more. The best I can do is imports and a few domestics. Anything else and I'd be wasting my time and their gas. I just try to malke real life a bit more interesting.

Wish I could say I beat a Viper or something, but that's when it crosses into the realm of BS and I know it. I'm a creative writer, not a liar. And if I do write about beating a Metro, at least I'll make it entertaining.

Children fighting on the playground would be more entertaining than this, to be honest. It wasn't like I was trying to do this or wanting to race. Following my gut more than anything.

Anyways, glad y'all enjoyed it.

*tips hat*

 

I'm extrememly impressed with your writing. I used to love to write as well, don't know what happened with that. What a bunch of punks though.....that pull out a bat when it's already two on one! That shows their true character, and you probably could've taken them both out with the bat if you stood up, lol. Great writing, and glad to see you're not a ricer.

 

Woot Woot very good ending and awsome writing style..... as for you guys that call the guy a ricer see the faq at www.ricekiller.com andyou will be egimakated.

 

j/k man that was a great story, imaging the story's he'd tell if he drove an ls1.

 

Excellent writing man, usually i skip some parts on a forum and jump right to the ending to see the outcome but i read every word on this one. My friend at works got an srt4 and hes done all the bolt ons and that thing moves pretty fast. Love that sound man cant wait to get my STS kit put on.
just j/k bout the geo metro.

 

 

amazing story. feel free to post over here anytime with one of ur story's bluefox.. made 30 minutes or so of my nite intresting! thankyou!

 

btw i tried to register over there with no luck.. due to email under the same name.. i think it has me registered.. but i cant sign in lol

 

yeah, it would go something like this (during the first story):




(the parts in orange i obviously added myself....)


Bluefox2007, that was an awesome story, please come back and share any others that you may have in the future!