2am Cruise

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He entered the city and cruised the main drag, other than a few die-hards and hard-ups, not many people were out this late, the street all but deserted.
He stopped for a red light, a late Sixties Camaro pulled up beside him, the car still wore a coat of red primer but had a beastly sounding engine.
The driver looked at him, grinned and pointed to the traffic light.
Confident she could take the smaller, lighter car, he returned the grin and nodded; a challenge offered, a challenge accepted. The light changed to green and the two cars launched with a din of screaming engines and squealing, smoking tires. The race ran to the next light four blocks away, at the end, she claimed victory by half a fender length, the Camaro indeed a worthy opponent. With quick nods of mutual respect to each other, the Camaro turned one direction, he the other.
He saw an all-night diner on the side street and decided to stop in for awhile, he could use a snack and a coffee plus ensure that if the police had been called over the impromptu street race, he'd be less likely to have any issues with the cops.
He sat down on a stool at the counter and ordered an egg sandwich and coffee from the attractive dark haired waitress working the diner.
He engaged the waitress in conversation while he ate the sandwich and finished his coffee.
Nice girl, very pretty, some possibilities there. But not tonight, it was very late and he felt he should return home.
The drive back to the house was uneventful and he parked her back in her carport. Getting out and ensuring she was secure for the time being, he walked to the house to the sounds of the birds noisily greeting the new day, the first light of dawn appearing in the eastern sky.
Tired from, but elated with the drive through the city, he gratefully returned to his bed for some much needed sleep.