Mr. X (xavierleecramer) wrote in watersedge, @ 2009-01-02 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | tara holmes, xavier cramer |
WHO: Tara and X
WHAT: Taking possession of Tara's deceased husband's old red Mustang
WHERE: Tara's residence, Unit #29
WHEN: Backdated to Friday night
A red Mustang - it was X's dream car. A man prone to extravagance and hyperbole, he could honestly say without exaggeration that he had wanted a Mustang of his own since he was five years old. Yes, of his own. Virginia Woolf, as a woman in the early 20th Century may have wanted and needed a room of her own, but X in the early 21st century needed a car of his own. But not just any car, a sports car, and indeed, it wasn't just any sports car either. It was the tao of sports cars, the I Ching, the way to rule the road. His father had had a red Mustang, and it had been Bradley Cramer's prized possession when X was a boy. He had watched his dad wax it with his hands, polish it, and shine it. When it was clean, he would drive X around Mishawaka in it with the hood down. He could still remember feeling peace and exhilaration when the wind blew through his hair and across his face. It was truly poetry in motion.
Now, a woman had offered her husband's old Mustang to X for free. It was almost too good to be true. He felt bad that the car was too painful for her to keep herself, with all of the memories that she attached to it, but as he rode the motorcycle that he had bought back in San Francisco around the lake from Unit #10 to Unit #29, he couldn't help the rush of adrenaline that shot through him. He was on such a natural high that he went the long way around the lake, passing by The Clubhouse and watching the numbers decrease, rather than increase. When he finally reached Tara's cabin, he parked his bike and walked up to the door, peeking at the Mustang on his way.