I was racing along gloriously on what seemed to be a long, endless road as if I was in the Salt Flats in Nevada. My 1960’s Rolls Royce engine was rattling loudly, but in a way that made me feel great. I was proud of her, big, round, silver rimmed wheels, main coat was a crimson red and she had a top speed of 160mph. I was lucky to have her and she was lucky to have me.
She seemed to have a life of her own, as she happily zoomed along on this glorious day. Her open roof allowed me to feel the wind in my hair, which was a fresh feeling. As I peered out the window, I saw a silhouetted figure standing on the side of the road, thumb in the air. I slowed and halted beside him.
A rough looking man with big, bulky arms glared at me. He was a short little fella, but he looked like he could flatten me in seconds.
“Where you off to?” He asked in a rough voice,
“Just taking my new ride out for a spin, hop in” I said cautiously, I didn’t really trust him, although I didn’t want to let him down. I mean, just imagine waiting on the side of the road in a place like this, where you don’t see cars for hours and hours.
1 comment:
Really good! I found the descriptive words fascinating; eg, gloriously, zoomed, cautiously, and I loved the storyline. Keep up the good work!
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