The Chase 1962

The Chase [1962

[For Cooky and Veronica

Before us the thick dark asphalt of the road filled our eyes: the street, our hot car headed down Rice Street, our hot 1955-Dodge went, and went fast; Bill said to me, in a murmur:

I think the car behind us is following us? (I checked out the mirrors, and yup it was, it was following us all right, right behind us, like white on rice; Bill now checked out the rearview mirror, his face showed the same conclusion).

You better take a right at the next block, Weelock. He says, and I do.

Its about 11:00 PM; I had just pilfered my last car, perhaps ten minutes ago, my 5th and last car (and youll see why in a moment).

Bill and I had taken, stolen: better put: stealing from cars: hubcaps, and batteries out of parked cars prior to this, put them in his small garage, and sold them here and there, now and then to get a case of beer (which we now had in the trunk of the car we had hotwired, and also stolen); wed go up his alley, the one his parents house was on: hide in a garage (anybodies garage), drink, and when, when we were noticed, and got kicked out, over the cemetery fence we went and drank the rest of it up, the rest of the beer and wine up, sitting on a grave stone: Me, Bill and Sunny, but tonight it was just Me and Bill, and there were a few more with us: at times, but for the most part, this was it for this fall evening, Just me and Bill, and a hot car and a case of beer in the trunk, and it was 1962.

Ha, DS, Bill says, hes still following us, I think he spotted us, I mean, when I hotwired the car(he was going to say he saw someone watching) do another turn, therethereright there!...

Wherewhere!

Right there there~!

Bill, he was jerking me with his elbow until I could hear what he was saying, I was so concentrating on the road

DS, he says, let me drive! (he was 16 and I, 15, and he was a better driver than I).

Jump over me! he di d. (his legs lost contact with the floor: we were for a moment like snakes all mixed up between each other)

I slowed down, as he fixed himself into my position, on Wanda Street, I must had turned, and didnt know I did. And as soon as Bill got his position, the car now on top of us, almost on top of us, the guy starts honking his horn, head out the window (Ill kill you motherf..ers he yells))I cant blame him, if its his car)) for us to stop, almost ended up and onto someones lawn, and hit the curb a few times; Bill pressed the peddle to the metal, on the floor, to the lowest part of the floor, and I thought taking corners at 35 or 40 was dangerous, we now were hitting 50 +, and slamming on the breaks at sharper corners, I think we went over a few concrete steps, and lawns, and across this and that whatever it was: as if we were flying, and Im falling all around like a loose bottle of beer: on Larpenteur and Jackson Streets, we were going 60-mph, and back on Rice Stre et just as fast. And the guy, this guy following us, relentlessly, was smoking his tires right behind us.

If he catches us, well have to kick his ass, Bill tells me.

Why not, I said, unless hes a cop, and got a gun Bill looks at me and hits the gas again: that was food for thought, too much food, and too quick of a thought; then all of a sudden, just like that, I turn about to look for the guy, things changed: hes gone! I said the antagonist was gone, just like that, and we slow down: if anything, it was kind of a game. We laughed, ohoo how we laughed, and Bill milked it for what it is worth:

If it wasnt for me I interrupt, Yaw, I know, youre a better driver than me; and he was, he just wanted to hear it from me.

Come on DS, lets head on down to the Church Stepsshow the guys the car (that is where the gang hung out ((the Cayuga Street Gang hung out, out on Jackson Street, on the Church steps at night: all 22-of us (or them and us) back in the 50s and 60s.))

No, no, the car is too damn hot, and the police are looking for us I, Ihell, lets just find a place to calm down and polish off that case of beer. And so we did just that: it was again, in his dark alley we went, which was about a half block away from the church steps, thus, there is where we pulled in, turned off the lights, went out and got a beer, sat back against the car and he hit me in the arm, We did it and I responded, and hit him in the arm, Smart ass, I guess we did and we parked right in back of his parents garage, finished that case of beer off, and hid the car around the block thereafter, and waited till morning to see if it was still there, and it was, and we left it alone, and I went to school, and Bill, well, he went home. And that was my 5th car, and my last stolen car. Now if this sounds bad, most of the guys in the neighborhood back then, had a string of keys that I could have used for a belt: and 600-cars was the minimum for most of the guys, I was an angel compared to them, and so was Bill.

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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