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THE SONG, man," my high school pal, Scott Peterson, says to me as I gun
the motor of my Datsun 510 station wagon. As I do, the orange car with the blue
Batman logo on the hood begins to shake. "George," Scott says, "if
you ain’t gonna play it, I’m gonna pop in a different tape. Maybe
the gas and push the fast-forward button on the Archer tape deck to find THE
SONG. As I do, the eject button falls off. Cheap Radio Shack piece of shit.
But at least the Ramones tape of Road to Ruin is in the deck, with the
Dead Boys’ Young, Loud, & Snotty on the other side. If I was
gonna have to listen to the same songs over and over, this was the right cassette.
for THE SONG, I notice that Mike Gibson’s 1967 Mustang is pulling way ahead
of us. We are all making our way about 30 miles south of Tallahassee, to a sinkhole
that Scott promises will have naked chicks sunbathing around it.
find THE SONG and crank it up. The Ramones’ "Bad Brain" begins.
"I used to be an A student/I never used to complain/I used to be a truant/But
I’m still the same/Bad bad brain."
along, banging our heads on the windshield, Scott takes out a joint and lights
it up. "Dude," he says to me from behind his wire-frame glasses and
70s mustache, "we are gonna get SO laid."
along with the Ramones, knowing damn well that none of us is gonna get any pussy.
The only pussy that any of us got lately was the one that Mike Gibson ran over
with his wicked ’Stang. "It went, like, ‘meow,’ then made
this splashing sound," Mike had told me while doing bong hits during my
break at Publix Supermarket, where I worked as a bag boy.
a couple of drags off the joint, I notice that Mike Gibson has pulled way ahead
of us. And since he, or his passenger, David Williams, doesn’t know exactly
where the sinkhole is, I’d better catch up. Only Scott knows where it is
for sure. So, as "Bad Brain" cranks out, I gun the motor again, and
when I hit about 90 I catch up to the white ’Stang.
up next to them," Scott tells me as we speed down the deserted highway.
It’s three in the afternoon and only about 110 degrees. "Hey dudes,"
yells Scott to Mike and David through his passenger window. Mike waves and smiles
from behind his mirrored sunglasses. I turn down my Radio Shack piece of shit
and hear the Dead Boys blasting from the ’Stang. The guy has good taste.
The car is so filled with pot smoke that David is hard to see in the passenger’s
is about 10 miles ahead," Scott yells to the guys as my car struggles to
keep up with them.
says Mike, as David passes him a huge bong, and then takes a big hit.
says Scott, as he holds his joint out the window to give to Mike. At 90 mph.
Of course the thing flies away.
says Scott, "that was some good shit. Hawaiian Gold!"
have more pot," I yell at Scott as the wicked ’Stang pulls ahead of
my Datsun 510 station wagon.
dude," says Scott. I tell him I’m gonna pull up next to those guys
again, and for him to ask for the bong. As I do, my car begins to get the shakes
again. I clutch the steering wheel tightly.
says Scott, "pass the bong!"
that," says Mike. "First ya gotta catch us!"
’Stang, and the next thing I know they’re about a quarter of a mile
ahead of us. I gun my Batmobile as Scott fiddles with the rewind button. Finally
he finds the beginning of "Bad Brain" and we sing along once more
as we try to catch up to Mike and David. We get to about 100. Then 105.
think she’s gonna make it, Captain," I say in my best Scotty voice
as the steering wheel begins to shake violently.
is Scott’s reply.
harder. Now we’re going 110 and the car feels like one of those machines
fat people use to shake off excess pounds.
almost there," yells Scott. He has to yell because the wind is so loud.
The Datsun 510 Wagon hits its peak at 120 and we pull up next to Mike and David.
Mike looks down at his speedometer, then at me.
slick, Tabb," he shouts, as he pulls so close to my car that suddenly the
wind stops howling outside of my passenger side. The next thing I know he passes
Scott the bong. Scott lights up the bowl and takes a hit. He then tells me to
take one. At 120 mph.
fucking nuts?" I ask him as I clutch the steering wheel for dear life.
But as I do, I notice it’s not shaking anymore. "It’s not shaking
anymore," I exclaim.
reached warp speed," yells David from the other car.
gonna do a hit?" Scott asks as he holds the bong in his lap.
I say. I tell Scott to hold the wheel as I take the bong from him, light it
up and take a puff. "This tastes like shit!" I yell as I exhale some
of the worst stankweed I’ve ever had.
it this morning from my cowfield," says David.
it back," says Mike as we continue down the deserted highway at 120.
ya gotta catch me," I say, and hit the gas pedal as hard as I can.
a whumping sound.
a half later, while waiting for the tow truck in the hot Florida sun, Scott
asks to hear "Bad Brain" again. And I play it for him. Again. And
again. And again.
I ease off
As I search
As we sing
I nod, singing
He guns the
So I gun it
Then we hear
An hour and