|The dream machine (standard:other, 1302 words)|
|Author: Drusie||Added: Nov 21 2001||Views/Reads: 1810/1037||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A bright red Mercedes is the "dream machine" for everyone but the teenager who owns it. However, the little car helps her escape the dreams of other people in pursuit of her own.|
The dream machine That shiny bright red 190SL Mercedes arrived at the cozy house, chugging up the driveway with a handsome middle-aged man at the wheel. His curly, b lack hair waved in the breeze around the small bald spot on the back of his head. Rufus Brown, the man driving the car was an automobile claims adjuster for Travelers Insurance Company. He liked to laugh and joke around, holding out his hands as if to ward off a blow, referring to himself as "a claims dodger." However, his wife, Vicarina Brown, was not amused. Mrs. Brown told their 16-year old daughter, Chimera, to write that her father was an "insurance executive" whenever she filled out forms for school. "Nothing succeeds like success," Vicarina always said. "Executive" sounded more successful than "adjuster." Rufus bought the expensive car for a song. The insurance company where he worked was happy to get a little of their money back. They had paid the owner a handsome sum for the wrecked automobile. The ivory-colored steering wheel still had tiny cracks from the impact of the crash. When Rufus saw the car, he said out loud, "My daughter would look just great driving that racy Mercedes roadster." He also fleetingly may have pictured himself behind the wheel. Tiny Vicarina Brown sighed as she recalled the similar yellow roadster that her own father had bought her in her youth. The color nearly matched her blonde hair. She always had it full of her young friends. Rufus' tall frame topped six feet by three inches. His height required him to put the seat of the Mercedes all the way back to accommodate his long legs. Chimera only had to put the seat up slightly since she, too, had grown up to be six feet tall. Her father teasingly called her a "moon greaser." Her excessive height didn't please her petite mother or her tiny grandmother, Pansy. Pansy had predicted to Vicarina that "Chimera is going to be a big woman." Chimera, who overheard her grandmother's comment, could sense that it wasn't a good thing. Miss Nan, the muscular gym teacher at school, was the only person who ever liked Chimera's tall physique. She tried to encourage the gawky girl to participate in team sports. However, Vicarina, told Miss Nan that she didn't "want Chimera to perform in a circus." Vicarina had never liked gym herself. There was no reason a daughter of hers should do well in gym. Rufus was truly excited about showing Chimera how to operate the little Mercedes, first showing her how to use a throttle and the clutch, then helping her to fasten the seat belt. He opened up the hood of the car and showed her the cylinders, the closed cooling system, and other features of the car. No one in Chimera's family was prepared for the fascination the boys in Chimera's high school had with that two-seater automobile. As soon as the teenaged girl drove it into the parking lot at the high school, little groups of boys began to form. They hardly seemed to notice Chimera still had the same long legs, glasses, braces, and acne. They had to get near that car. "Wow," said one boy, who was circling the car. He asked Chimera, "How many cylinders? "Um, four cylinders," she said importantly, remembering what her father had told her. Pretty soon, a couple of them had to look under the hood to see the cylinders. Click here to read the rest of this story (87 more lines)
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