There it was on the used car lot down in the Keys somewhere........ that lot where they busted the car dealer for making a trade for some pot that was in the trunk...... It was on Ramrod that was it, those days yes.
A Third Generation White Corvette..... it had 410 thousand miles and some tenths on it today and a leaky sun roof, let it in.
It started right up... even looked shiny against the white coral marl of the lot, and armor all on the tires.. black.
The paint was peeling around the rear tail light lenses......... but not a bad look from a distance... no one would know that it was done with a brush and roller, and the numbers did not match... who gives a shit anyway?
Vroom Vroom.... it sounded pretty good..... it certainly was not too tight it rumbled.
The Old Girl wanted to hit the road and run...................... lets peel some rubber.
It was a lot easier to drive then the old Yellow School bus he was in later, up and down the narrow streets of Key West.. trying not to hop over curbs while turning and side swiping all those mango trees with all those unruly children screaming and doing up dope on the ride toward home the offspring of the locally infamous on board...
Their parents were the Pirates, treasure hunters and Strippers on Duval....... Nobody gave a shit.. ... What do you want to be when you grow up?... A stripper like my mom she told the teacher.
The teacher later was fondling the bus drivers dick and nut sack with some lotion doing up lines...
The old newspaper articles with his smiling face wearing really cool sun glasses was folded up on the dash.......
A reminder of days past..... He was a cool cat wasn't he?.....check him out! he could see that in himself now......
afterwords...... an almost perfect life of little consequence..... maybe not such an easy thing to achieve after all any longer he thought to himself.
How much was the White C-3 anyway? He thought he might like to have it just to run up and down the road in... getting high.
Somewhere in the 80's.....................
White Corvette.
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