a short story by Nicomi

I was talking to my sister and i told her this story from my teenage years...

I was never one to be ashamed of what my car looked like... to me my car was a way to get from point A to point B. So when my car "the boat" finally coughed up its last life i would borrow my dad's car that looked like the car above except it was white. i would get to borrow the car when my dad didn't need it and it would save me from having to take the bus... the only downside to the car is that it would pour black smoke out the exhaust... i do not exaggerate... huge clouds of billowy black smoke flying out the back when you pushed down on the gas... it would last for the first 5-10 minutes of the car being on than it would be OK... so imagine being a teenager in this amazing car. I would drive it with pride because i knew i wasn't walking or taking the bus... on this day that will live on in my mind, i had my brother and his girlfriend audrey in the car we were driving home on County Rd. going by the library when this smarty pants guy made a crack about the car loud enough that i could hear him. so faster than you could blink your eye i pull over so that the tail end of the car was about 20 feet in front of him, i quickly put the car in park and my foot on the gas and went to town... you should have seen the CLOUDS of smoke... it was so dark and thick it was like night back there... the guy pushes his way through the smoke and i quickly roll down my window and yell out... "HEY, AT LEAST WE AREN'T WALKING!" well the "we" really weren't in the car, i looked back to make sure that my brother and his girlfriend had my back only to see them laying down so that nobody could see them... I guess i was the only one that wasn't embarrassed about the car!