Trading Paint (Racing on the Edge) (16 page)

Bucky motioned with his head for me to follow him, so I did.

When a guy like Bucky Miers wants to talk, you listen.

We walked through the raucous of the pits. Sprint cars were being loaded into haulers and trailers where others were being torn down for inspection. Drivers and crews mingled with fans that had made their way from the stands. The smells of the heated rubber of tires and sweet methanol mixed with beer and dirt. It was the smells of a dirt track on a warm summer night.

“I’ve had some conversations with Walter Gains about you. Will you drive a midget car for me on the USAC series next year?” He looked my direction. Dark lashes shadowed his almond shaped hazel eyes. “I have eight races scheduled and need a driver.”

“I thought Justin was going to drive for you.”

Last week Justin had told me he’d be driving for Bucky next year.

“He is
...
but in on the Northern Sprint Tour and half of the Outlaw races. I need my USAC car running too.”

I nodded but didn’t answer him right away.

USAC had three different divisions. I knew I would already be running the USAC Silver Crown and Sprint Car series with the help of Walter and Bowman Oil but that would only be for thirteen Silver Crown races and thirteen Sprint Car races and it wasn’t a full sponsorship. I had a lot to think about. I could be their puppet or I could go on my own.

Bucky and I talked more and I told him I needed to think about it. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do and instead of making a snap decision, I decided to think it over.

Trudging back toward my pit, I glanced around the pits one last time as the haulers and trailers filed through the pit gates on their way home. The lingering smells from the cars were replaced with the thick pungent smells of the diesel from the trucks.

When I got closer to my pit, I noticed Sway perched upon my car, sitting on the edge of the right rear tire, laughing at Tommy dancing around.

She was beautiful.

Her hair shined under the lights, auburn highlights sparkling with the light breeze reflecting the light. She caught me staring at her and smiled, motioning for me to come over. I did.

Slinging my right arm over her shoulders, she leaned into me.

“You smell like racing.” She said breathing me in as though the scent was pleasant to her. I had yet to change out of my racing suit.

“Well I did just race. I won by the way.”

“I saw.” She smiled looking up at me. “I watched every lap.”

“I don’t doubt that.” I returned the smile. “Let’s party. We are graduating in two weeks and I won.”

Sway jumped off the tire. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Getting drunk was exactly what I needed. I wanted to forget everything for one night. I didn’t want to think about racing, sponsors, school, Chelsea
...
nothing. I just wanted to have fun. I wanted to be a teenager.

And we were teenagers.

We did stupid shit, drank too much and ended up together in a sleeping bag. Too drunk to function, we ended up kissing some more. I felt my way around her soft body as did she. Her smooth hands crept under my shirt and then removed it. I didn’t stop her as I was too busy kissing her.

But it never went past touching and kissing. It never did. It seemed like we both wanted to. The desire and temptation was there but then again there was hesitation
...
from both of us. I don’t know what it was but it was there. It was as though we both saw the boundary. There was an imaginary line surrounding us and we both knew what happened if either of us crossed over.

We all ended up camping in a field that night. Sway and I were in one sleeping bag and oddly enough Tommy and Spencer were in another. Not sure how they ended up that way as the night was seemingly a blur but when they awoke and found themselves snuggled together, they were alarmed to say the least.

It was a good joke for the entire trip home. I even took a picture for future blackmailing. And like usual, Sway and I never spoke about our kissing; that imaginary line we had developed or what it meant.

Once we got home, graduation was approaching fast. I couldn’t wait. The other important event was our senior prank.

The night before graduation, we finalized our plans.

When Spencer graduated, he stole Sheriff Stevens’ car, took it for a spin around town and then returned it.

I decided that I would race my sprint car through downtown Elma one last time, for old time sake.       

At the Homecoming football game earlier in the year, Spencer and I took a pair of 360 sprints onto the running track around the football stadium.

Jimi was not happy about that.

Knowing that, I knew he wouldn’t be
happy
about this either but come on
...
a kid has to get his kicks somehow.

Sway was amused immensely at the thought of Stevens having a heart attack at the sight of my 800 horsepower sprint car broad sliding down E. Young St toward his house.

She couldn’t stop laughing as she push started my car with the Red Dragon.

We installed a 2-way radio in my car to communicate while she told me when and where the police were. The goal was to make it past the Sheriffs house and then back to my house before he caught me.

So there we were pulling out of my driveway onto
Cloquallum
road.

All I heard on the radio were Sway’s giggles which made me laugh.

“Focus Sway,” I said between my own laughs. It really was that funny to us. “We have to focus if we want to pull this off.”

“I’m trying
...
ah
shit
, I can’t breathe.” She said breathlessly trying to catch her breath.

“
Stop
laughing. This is supposed to be sneaky.”

“All right, let’s do this!” she shouted gaining focus. “Clear. Go!”

I took off like a rocket down
Cloquallum
, turned onto Elma
McCleary
road past the racetrack and the Rusty Tractor restaurant. Cars on the road stopped, people looked, and bystanders on the streets covered their ears at the roaring of my sprint car.

I laughed.

This was more amusing than I thought it would be.

Throwing my car sideways onto Oakhurst Drive, my left rear bounced up on the sidewalk and knocked over a stop sign. When I came flying down E. Young St. I threw the car into the sheriff’s lawn where I did a burn out, hopped the curb and then made my way back the way I came. The same onlookers watched as again as I made my way back.

The Sheriff speeding past me going the opposite direction would have been humorous except for the fact that he was chasing my dad’s brand new Aston Martin Vanquish with Emma driving. A car he wouldn’t even let my mom drive let alone any of us kids.

When I pulled into the driveway, my tires smoking from the burnouts, Sway ran over to me. “Did you see Emma?”

“The shit is about to hit the fan.” I told her not so calmly. “Help me get this in the shop. If Jimi sees my car out, he will know damn well what I did.”

It took us a good twenty minutes or so to get my car back inside the shop when Emma came walking down the driveway, crying, without my dad’s car.

 Sway walked inside to find Spencer. We were going to need help with this one.

Emma threw herself face down into the grass.

I wandered over to her, not sure how to comfort her but I thought I’d give it a try. Emma and I never had heart-to-heart talks but I did protect her. She was my little sister.

“Where’s dad’s car?” I asked standing next to her.

“
The impound
...
I panicked when the sheriff turned his lights on and saw your sprint car going down the road doing a wheel stand.”

I smiled. That was the best part.

“Why were you in his car in the first place? You have your own?”

“I wanted to see Nathan tonight and dad wouldn’t let me.” Nathan was Emma’s boyfriend who dad did not approve of.

“So you took his car
...
a car he specifically told you not to drive, to see a boyfriend he doesn’t like?”

“I know!” she wailed.

I dropped down beside her. “Um, you need to stop that.” I awkwardly patted her back. This was not what I had planned at all. I was no longer thrilled with my prank on the sheriff and now I was worried about Emma. Something I never did.

“Now what do I do?”

“I don’t know.” I said unconcerned with her problem. “That’s not my responsibility.”

“Will you come with me and talk to him?”

“No,” I answered. “You tell him. I just terrorized the city in my sprint car. I doubt I’m on his good side.”

“Please, it will be better if you’re there.”

“I highly doubt that. Did you not hear what I just told you?”

She started to cry again as Sway walked up.

“What did you do to her?” Sway asked.

“Why do you automatically assume I did something?”

“Because you always make her cry,”

“He told me he wouldn’t come with me,” Emma wailed. “Please, come with me?” Emma begged.

Thankfully, we were saved by dad yelling, “Emma, get your ass in here!” 

Jimi wasn’t happy.

“Sucks to be you,” I told her and nearly carried Sway with me to get away from her. I’d been there before many times but I was not about to tell my dad that I wrecked his car, Emma did.

Besides, when he found out about my leisurely drive through town, he wouldn’t be happy.

Hearing Jimi screaming from twenty feet away,
outside
, I began to feel bad for Emma. Against our better judgment, Sway and I decided to try and get the car out of impound with the help of Spencer.

In Elma, we didn’t have
impound
, we had the sheriff’s back yard. This was worse than an impound lot for one reason, his wife.

That crazy old broad had chased me down the street with a shotgun when I was nine years old for digging up her flowers with my go kart. Seriously, I was nine-years old. Like I knew any better and who the fuck did she think she was that she could chase a child with a gun?

The nut was off her rocker, I was sure of that.

That’s what caused Sway’s hesitation.

“I don’t know about this
...
it seems wrong.” We both stepped over the ruts my sprint car left in their front lawn.

“No one is going to give a shit, retard.” I told her cutting the lock with a pair of pillars I brought with us before stuffing them in the back pocket of my jeans.

Sway sighed undeterred by my harshness. “But what if the police come?”

I gave her a look of disgust.

“I’m sure they have bigger problems,
Sway
. And let me remind you that it’s the sheriff’s house. Cops won’t come, he will.”

She rolled her eyes. “Even better,”

While I didn’t get along with Mrs. Stevens, Sway didn’t get along with Sheriff Stevens. This was mostly because he hauled her in for everything from branding cows, to spitting on his squad car.

For being seventeen, Sway had been arrested by Stevens twelve times in the last two years. It became a joke to us as to what we could do to get arrested in this pacified town.

So far we’d paint balled his house, spray painted Mrs. Stevens car with camouflage paint, branded old man Roger’s cows, let out a herd of cows in the downtown and our most recent prank was letting loose in the town with sprint cars. Oh and you can’t forget the time we took them to the school or the many times we stole his squad car and parked it on the other side of the street to confuse him. He thought he was getting senile.

It paid to have a brother who worked at a hardware store part-time and could make spare keys.

So while we retrieved dad’s car from impound Spencer kept watch down the street.

After a minor incident where I lost my footing and fell about ten feet, causing Sway to laugh so hard she almost pissed her pants, we were just about home free.

Falling ten feet and thinking I broke my ass wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was with all Sways cackling, she woke up their fucking dog who I was sure woke up the old hag.

In the end, we ended up getting the car and were on our way to get Spencer at the end of the street when we saw flashing lights pull up beside him. Turns out because Spencer was standing on the corner, some chick thought he was casing her house and called the cops on him.

While we were in all reality driving a stolen car, I didn’t stop for him.

“He’s going to kill you.” Sway said giggling.

“Will you stop fucking laughing!” I turned down
Hurd
Road, my eyes darted around looking for any sign of the Sheriff. “This is not funny.”

Her fist rose punching me triggering the steering wheel to jerk. “All I can do is laugh because you constantly get me into these messes.”