I drove my usual route home, pitch black, foggy, with no streetlights. The occasional tree branch scratched across my roof causing me to duck down as if I weren’t protected by the metal.
The local DJ kept me company. The red 96.7 illuminated from my Kenwood radio, lighting up the car a bit. I even laughed at a couple of his jokes.
“Woah buddy.” I used my hand as a visor to shield the high beams radiating from my rearview. I glanced back once they were dimmed. The car following me had to be at least twenty feet long. The giant circular headlights on the vehicle roused my curiosity, there was four of them.
I could tell the driver was male and at least six feet tall the way the top of his white Stetson hat touched the ceiling. He reached out of his window and placed a single blue light atop the car, activating it. “This guy must think he’s Barney Fife.” I chuckled to myself, still, me being me, I pulled over to check out his car, unconcerned about any authority he might have.
I jumped out and ran back to him. “Holy moly!” I shouted. “A ’64 Cadillac? Am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?” I wanted to say ain’t but my mother was a school teacher, I knew better.
He reached over the long seat and opened the passenger door. He didn’t say a word, I hopped in. He revved the engine and took off down the road. We drove past my old Porsche, wrapped around a tree. “When did that happen?” Wide eyed, I hoped he would answer my question. He looked at me and smiled, turning the volume up on his old dial. He’s a Rebel by The Crystals was now playing loudly. “Heck yeah!” I slapped the dash to the music as he pressed the gas harder. The faster we went, the higher altitude we reached, flying through the clouds and even past the tree my wife and I carved our initials in when we first met; (J.D.+ D.M. <3)
“I’d always heard riding in a Cadillac was like floating but who knew it was so much like heaven.” He laughed at me this time.
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