The tunnel vision kicked in and blinded us to the dirty looks we were getting from her friends as we affected the tone of the conversation without making a sound. They spoke amongst themselves which was all good in Reg's book as it allowed him to lose himself in his thoughts.
The Silver Beema became home to 4 worlds. Reg's, the girls, Rea and I's, and reality. It was beautiful for a while 'til we were all brought to reality when Reg yelled "FUCK". Something's wrong. I break from my tunnel of love to see him fighting with the steering wheel. Fuck indeed. He wins the battle but quits whilst he's ahead and we pull over on the left hand side of the road in a well-lit area to alleviate ourselves of paranoia as we analyse the situation.
We all hop out of the car, Reg and I to assess the situation and the girls to audit our problem solving skills. Our manhood was at stake along with the Silver Stallion's credibility. We come to the conclusion that the rear right tyre had burst and found nothing else needed our attention.
"The old Warhorse just lost a shoe" is my response to the confused and frightened faces that greeted me en route to the driver side door to collect my phone, to text Nino we'd be a bit late, on the passenger's seat. Having the door opened on the side of traffic seemed dangerous in my mind. After a good 7 and a half minutes of our rendition of a formula 1 pit stop we have the old Warhorse back on the road and earned the respect of the 4 young ladies in the backseat with a look of axiomatic attraction from the only one that had my attention. Back to the tunnel of lust, reinvented by the blackened palms and sweat drenched brows.
We arrive at Drizzles house with 6 of us in an elated mood and a silent Reg, called back to his own world. At the first site of me Drizzles rushes over to embrace me and ask if we're ok. Apparently Nino had filled her head with an exacerbated image of the burst tyre incident, he loved hyperboles. After explaining the situation and introducing Drizzles as our mother for our misguided adventures, to ease Rea's eyebrows from the scornful look she was giving us which could only be attributed to the embrace I had just received.
Nino's arm was greeted with a fist propelled with the caped velocity of a high mother D. "Don't scare me like that you asshole" she couples with the punch and a concealed grin that marks the sigh of relief at the relatively unserious situation. We all proceed to the smokers lounge and embark on our mal-intentioned escapades. This has the markings of a great night.
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Silver Beema
General FictionA gripping tale on the transcredible exploits of a young man, a car and his virginity. This is just the first of many stories to come from With(in)sanity. Authors: Lesego Morris-Motea and Jason Nqobani Moyo. Parental advisory [Explicit content] Cons...
