Indy WordLab Message Board › May 7, 2012 - Sentence 1
"He hadn’t stepped out of his car, other than to gas up or piss, in over nine hours."
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|James Allan F.||
He hadn’t stepped out of his car, other than to gas up or piss, in over nine hours. But as the sun was beginning to set over the East end of Oregon, there was still no reason to stop.
“Welcome to Idaho,” said the sign up ahead.
It was still quite a ways to Utah. The January snow in the Cascades had wreaked hell on his Honda, icing up the wheel wells.
The stress of driving twenty-five miles per hour on mountain highways with snow that accumulated in two-inch increments was enough to make anyone yell, “Jesus-fucking-Christ! How far is it to Ogden?”
It was another hundred miles or so.
He whispered, “Keep going, keep on. It’s all cool.”
His vehicle had been a gift from his grandfather who had bought it brand new.
“It’s ironic,” he often told friends, “that someone who fought on the Pacific front would buy some Jappo Jalopy.”
Here he was—twelve hours straight in the old four-door, through snowy mountains, leaving the Pacific. It was miserable.
He read aloud the sign ahead in the dark, “Welcome to Utah: home of the two thousand and somethingth Olympics.” It was amusing. “Who gives a shit?” These games were nothing compared to his current feat.
Twenty-two years ago, his grandfather had driven this car off a lot in Longview, Washington (about an hour north of Portland, Oregon). His grandfather drove straight through to Nebraska. According to Legend, he had only stopped to gas up once.
“No way, Grandpa,” the younger would say on many occasions. “There’s no way.”
But the elder always argued, “It’s the Pacific wind. It carried that ricer all the way to Omaha—took less than forty gallons. I’ll swear it to gawd, I will.” The old man would smile and add, “It was the day that she went into labor, your mother.”
So when the old man died, leaving the vehicle to his grandson, there was only one way to keep the legend—the mpg, the old soldier, the legacy—alive. He had to prove it.