One Fifty Eight

By B.S. Adkison

Indestrutable youth, poor decision making, wrong headed mindsets: This story has all that and more. But if you expect catastrophic results, not this time. Some times it's better to be lucky than good. Just a little slice of history recalled just for fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.S. Adkison
• Release date: Dec 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215001578

B.S. Adkison

Air Force veteran. Fleet manager for a contracting company.I Have built and/or restored several vintage racing and collector cars over the years. I Won a racing championship in 2010. I am an avid reader of mostly history, science and science fiction. I tend to find the topics of magic and time travel intellectually vacant, vacuous and tedious but don't let that discourage you if that sort of thing is your interest, it's my problem, not yours! I'm a hopeless romantic but I tend to shy away from that theme as well. (Too personal.) What little I do write regarding sexuality is usally from an unapologetic hetero-sexual viewpoint because of my comfort of that concept and I admit that I can sound somewhat near the verge of misogynistic, and I do apologize for that, but I certainly won't condemn, criticize or denounce anyone's differing views. Live and let live in freedom and peace is my viewpoint and I will fight like hell for other's rights in that regard if i have to, but, I insist on being able to exercise my own thoughts and opinions so please don't take it personally. Go ahead and hate me if you must but not the free-speech forum or the intellectual freedom that I exercise and love. I really just want to have a fun and pleasant life on this earth and I hope others also want that and I try to treat everyone well with that in mind.

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ONE

FIFTY

EIGHT

By: B.S. Adkison

Copyright: 2023

ISBN-13

9798215001578

ONE FIFTY EIGHT

Friday night: Bright lights, Pretty girls, flashy cars, music, the smell of spent exhaust and the hint of weed and the cheap perfume of young, small-town girls in the air. What the hell are we even doing here? Broke, bored, one reason we are here, as much as anything, is a nod of respect to the car that we are sitting in: Pumped-up LT1 Corvette engine, tuned and optimized to perfection, just enough high-test in the tank for something, and, of course, the drive back home, but little else. We are also here because there is always the chance and hope for some sort of social spill-over; the mention of a house party that we might crash, or, as we always hoped wherever we were, the chance of meeting some girls, but other than that, tonight, due to a lack of funds, we just seem to be rhetorically spinning our wheels.

Randy and I were parked in a prime spot overlooking the gut as it was called by the locals. The main drag of our town where everyone cruised. Well, not really our town, we lived in the outlying hinterlands, the boonies. But here we sat with a great view of the action, the 55 Chevy promptly displayed, buffed and waxed, twenty plus coats of blood red lacquer gleaming, parked as if we owned the place, but the fact was that if we joined the others in the pointless motoring around and around the block, we would soon be low on fuel and would risk fouling the plugs, and that would