The Terror #wattys2017 #TNTHorrorContest

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        Some time passed...After a time I was awakened from my reverie by the sound of the Mercs horn honking.

        "Honk Honk!"

        This followed by the low rumble of the of the busted and leaky mufflers and the barely discernible sound of Pink Floyd. When they got about twenty feet behind me Dale slapped it in neutral and rapped the pipes.

        "RRRRRRUUUUMBAAAAAAA!"

        I turned to greet them and was surprised how much the effects of the acid had worn down.  Still high but certain nothing was going to freak me out, no more fear of panic, just this mellow disembodied pleasantness remained. 

        "C'mon, lets get some grub fucker!" Hollered Dale.

        I jogged over, Steve was riding shotgun now, 

        "Snooze ya loose Bud,"

        "That's cool," I said

        He swung the big ol' door open and leaned forward so I could get in the back and we were off.  

        "Hey Dale, no more of those donuts K?"

        "Fuck off, I'm driving, just sit down, hold on and shut up"

        With that, he gunned it up the hill toward the way we came. The climb up the little hill that was the entrance seemed a lot steeper climbing up than it did coming down.  The Merc's tired old 312 under the hood was chugging up with no problem though.  When we reached the top, where the drive meets Big Tujunga Cyn Hwy it was like the old barge took wings and for a moment it felt as if we lifted off the ground.  All three of us felt it,

       " WOOOOAAAAHHH ! " we all went in discordant harmony.

        Dale cranked the wheel left and we were on our way back toward town.  About five hundred yards down the road Dale slammed on the brakes for no apparent reason and looked at Steve and turned over his shoulder to look at me.

        "You guys wanna do that again?"

        The instant response was,

        "Hell Yeah!"

        Dale cranked the wheel hard left and flipped a bitch on the spot and drove back to the drive way.  Down we went and he just had to spin around in the gravel some more and then back up the drive we went.  Up to the top again and ,

        "WOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHH ! " We all went again.

        This time Dale just backed down the hill, Laughing and carrying on, only this time he floored it.  The Mercs tires spun in the gravel again and then it caught hold of the tarmac on the driveway with a screech and shot us up the hill like a bullet.

        "WOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH !" Even higher that time!

        Again and again we did this until I lost count, I couldn't remember when I had that much fun in a car.