This is a story of a few days before I left for the Army. If yoy read it through I think alot of people will enjoy it....its long. If you have some time read it and tell me what you think. There is more to tell that relates more to cars later on if you guys want more. idk

First off I want to let the audience know what kind of person I am and why I wrote this story. I grew up in Rochester New York, upstate New York for all you natives. In high school I was on the football team for four years and had the same girlfriend for most of my high school career. I took several AP classes and performed at a steady B average all throughout. Looking back now I know I didn’t perform my best but I still managed to graduate in the top twenty percent of my graduating class. Excuse me if I sound frank but I was in the popular crowd with the preps and jocks, living in the richer part of town. I drove a Jag to school for Christ sake. When it finally came time to apply for college my parents told me flat out “we will pay for your education.” At that exact point in time I decided that it didn’t sound right. I was 18 and I knew how much college was going to cost, I wasn’t dumb. My parents being the caring type had many in-depth conversation with me about my options. My final decision was to join the Active Duty Army and pay my own way through college. It’s now 2006 and it’s exactly 11 months and 2 days from when I joined. To be honest it’s the best choice I could have made. I am now one year in the service and on my way to a bachelors degree in business by taking online classes at Baylor University.
Currently I am stationed in S. Korea. My orders state that I will spend one year here before I go somewhere else. I wrote this story because between time I spend on college classes and the Army I found myself wasting time drinking and practicing other bad habits. So in order to contain my urges I’ve opted to write this story. Honestly speaking they’re other reasons why I have decided to write a story. One is I own a 1976 400 ci 6.6 liter 4 speed Trans Am with 32,000 original miles. Its pushing 520 RWHP and runs 11.2 on a bad day at the track. I am twelve thousand miles away from her and this will hopefully bring back some memories of it and the life I put on hold while I finish the three remaining years left on my military contract. This story is going to be written on the fly so bare with me.
This story will be totally non-fiction, or written to the best of my knowledge. It takes place in late May of 2005. Roughly three weeks before I graduated high school.
- Names have been changed to protect the innocent
- Dates and times are as accurate as possible)
- I began writing this story because I had extra time
- Honestly this was fun so don’t hate please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was 6:20 in the morning, May 17th as my alarm starting blaring the weather report for the day. I rolled over and hit the snooze for another quick 10 minuets of sleep. When the time expired I slid the plastic switch to off and decided to go back to sleep but my mother had other ideas…
“Andy-Andy! Get up it’s time for school! I have to go to work and I want you up before I walk out the door” she said that same line every single morning. I replied “OK! Just leave me alone,” as I slurred the words coming from my mouth. I slowly propped my body up with my hands against the white painted wall. My legs were now hanging over the side of the bed. It had been a long night finishing up a load of homework I had put off till the day before it was due. My father was still asleep so I moved quietly towards the bathroom for my morning shower. When I finished I felt fairly awake and walked half naked towards my room when I glimpsed over towards the clock. It read 6:40 am. I still had exactly 40 minuets to arrive at school. Class didn’t start until 7:35 so that gave me a good 10 minuets to spend talking with the guys and Jen. I continued with my normal schedule right on time; totally dressed by 6:52 according to my little alarm clock. I walked downstairs, turned on the TV and changed it from the food network my father had been watching the night before to ESPN like every other morning. After dreaming about making it to the NFL it was 7:10 and time to roll out. Another exciting drama filled day at the great Brockport High School, I had three things going for me, gym class, Jen [my girlfriend] and it was Friday.
I went over to reach for my 1994 Grand prix’s keys but I remembered it was low on coolant and had little or no gas. So I walked back in the house and thought how would be the best way the ask my old man if I could take the Trans Am to school. I thought to myself “He’s going to give me the speach of how I have to be careful and make me feel guilty about taking it out and to watch where I park!” But it would be so worth it to arrive in the school parking lot in the Trans Am. The car sort of had a name for itself. I had driven it to school several times in the past as I waited to pick up Jen from school. The car sticks out like a sore thumb so naturally it turned heads. But with all that rushing through my head I finally just blurted it out, “Dad can I take the Trans Am to school? I’ll be so careful,” Yes, just get to school. I started to reach for the keys as I heard “Andy…watch where you park that thing.” Yes Dad I know.
I pressed the clutch in, made sure it was in neutral and primed it a bit. After 5 seconds or so the 400 finally turned over. All of a sudden I was in total control of the fastest, sweetest car in Western New York as far as I was concerned. I let her warm up for 20 seconds or so and gently slid in out of the garage, down the driveway, into the street. Then headed towards school which was a 5 minute drive if I hit both traffic lights on the way. When I finally got in the parking lot I looked down at my watch and it was 7:20. “On the money like always” I thought. I pulled in one of the last spots and went through the motions of parking a manual.
I grabbed my books and headed toward the door that lead into the cafeteria from the student parking lot. I looked back at my car for the day and thought what a great looking car. Once I got it the hallways of the senior section it was the normal somber mood that I had come to love. My locker was number 2205 B right near a window looking out towards the sun rise. I set me book bag down to the left of the locker door like always when Nick, my best friend and Jen walked up to me.
- “What the hell is going on bro? I haven’t seen you in like forever.” said Nick
- “Ahhh, not much. You know man; the basic bullshit. Parents starting to get on me about college but I already told them the deal so whatever.”
- (Jen wrapped her arms around my chest)
- “Yeah, I hear that man. But hell you heading up to Charlotte on Saturday, supposed to be big this weekend?
- “Man whatever, I don’t feel like driving up there to let down again by the turn out.” I replied
- “Listen, remember that party last weekend we went to? Well I met this college kid and he claims he run 10’s on street tires.”
- “So he’s going to be there right? Well if I don’t get caught up then I’m there” I replied
We continued to talk about the normal shit until the 5 minute bell rang. Nick headed toward his first period class as Jen and I talked about her plans that normally turned into mine. [She was the Honor Society leader, Year Book Editor and Soccer Team Captain along with being one of the hottest girls in school (I got picks) I was lucky to have her and I knew it.] In all reality it was because of her I became popular. We started going out towards the end of Freshman year and never looked back. She became one of those girls and I was the boyfriend that got pulled for the ride. We kissed goodbye until we saw each other at lunch. I finished up getting my books for AP Economics and made my way down to class. Like every other class in AP Economics for the past 2 weeks or so I just winged through it and waited for that distinctive bell I had come to love for the past four years. My next class was gym and it was Friday. I sat in the back of the room next to Renee Martin who was one of those preppy genius hot sluty but did not want anyone to know about it type of girls, you know the type. We started to talk about the weekend. She asked me for a ride home and I thought nothing of it because I knew Jen and Renee were friends so it would be cool. Time must have sped up because the bell rang and it was time for “gym-team sports” which stands for dodge ball.
Gym went by fast and the day started to go by faster after that. At lunch Jen wanted to go out to eat and normally this is not allowed because of some law in New York but I knew the hall monitor so she let us slide. We headed toward my Trans Am when Jen started giving me some speech about how she heard I was flirting with Renee.
- “So what did you do today?”
- “Well, I know what you did today, why don’t we start there.” She said in a extra sweet sounding voice. I didn’t like the sounds of this. But I brushed it off and started to answer.
- “It’s Fri-” I got cut off.
- “I heard about you and Renee. I can’t believe you. Your incredible
- “What the hell you talking. All I did is say yes to a ride home.
- “Don’t lie to me, the party you a Nick went to last fucking weekend. She was there wasn’t she”
- “Um….no not that I know of. Where do you get this shit from?”
- “People Drew…people”
- “People huh….do these people have names or what. People like to talk don’t they.”
- “Well I don’t know.”
- “You don’t know? What the fuck are you talking about. You start all this shit out of no mans land and then expect me to drop it….drop it just like that?
We stopped at a light and I looked over at her and just stared at her while she just looked straight ahead like a ghost. She was so beautiful with the afternoon sun reflecting off her sandy blonde hair and lip glossed lips. After ten seconds of this I saw hew lips start to wiggle, she was starting to crack a smile. Soon after the light turned green and I remained staring right at her. She was now at a full blown smile looking straight ahead. The truck behind me was laying on his horn and then she snapped. She turned over toward me and told me to go with that beautiful hair swinging the scented air in my face. “My god was she beautiful.” I replied by “What? What? I cant hear you. Speak up.” The second she said go I raised the rpm to 2 grand or so and dumped the clutch and did a burn out for a good 1 seconds. We finally got to taco-bell and she said “what are we doing here? My house mister driver man guy.” As you wish miss. We pulled into her house which was a twenty min drive away from the high school, her parents were not home so you can imagine we skipped the rest of the day for extra curriculum activity.
At around 4:00 her parents normally arrived home from work so it was time for me to go or at least time for us to think about putting our cloths back on. [heh heh] We made some phone calls to friends about the plans for the night. Like every other Friday afternoon it was time to do some research about who’s house was available for a little gathering. We decided to meet up wherever anything was going to happen and call each other then. Again we kissed goodbye and I started to drive back home when I remembered Renee. I reached for my phone and I had a few missed numbers, one of which was from Renee. Besides listening to it, I deleted it and that took care of that situation. The other was from an unknown number which I found odd. I decided it would not be wise to make a call while driving a four speed so I chose to wait till I got home. When I pulled up to my street everything slowed down for a second. I thought about where I would be this time next year. I knew I was going to be in the Army but not S. Korea like I am now.
The next couple of hours are times I miss most of all. I pulled in my drive way with my dad cooking on the grill. Our sprinklers were going and my dog greeted me when I got out of the Trans Am. The smell of steaks and fresh cut grass seemed so very normal to me then. Now it’s just a faint memory that pains me to think about what I am missing.
- “How was your day kiddo, how’s my car running?”
- “I’m great…and yes Dad its fine. How was work?”
- “It’s Friday, it’s always great on Friday.”
- “I hear that. Where’s mom?”
- “She went for a walk with the neighbors.”
- “Can I go out tonight with the guys?”
- “Of course, but who’s driving. Don’t even think about taking that car out to a party.” [Meaning the Trans Am]
- “Probably Nick…I think. I don’t have any coolant in the Grand Prix.”
Out of no where Nick and AJ showed up in my back yard. My Dad tried to act cool but its useless. After killing some time my mom showed up and invited them both over for diner just like every other Friday for the last six years we had all known each other. While we were eating with the oldies from the 70’s playing in the back ground and everyone talking I just sat back and looked around at my surroundings. I absorbed it all. My dog laying in the shade. My sister laughing and my dad yelling about how my mom puts ketchup on the steak and ruins it. I realized I would be away from it all in less than a year and that is all worth fighting for. I miss everything about it. It is a feeling that came over me then and that I am feeling over again now as I write this. A little bit after dinner Nick and AJ and I got in Nicks 95 T/A and started cruising. We were all trying to find something between the high school crowd when AJ got a call.
It was what all three of us were hoping for. “Party at Lake Ontario.” What this meant was that there was going to be a party not only for Brockport Seniors but two other towns outside of Brockport as well. In other words this thing was going to be huge. The time was now 8:30 or so and it wag getting time for supplies. We headed over to the mobile that one our friends of age worked at. AJ ran in and asked when would be a good time to make the pick up. I turned out we got there at the perfect time because his manager was out to dinner. Corona was at the top of the list so we grabbed 4 cases and headed toward Lake Ontario. I called Jen and told her the deal and asked if she was going to make an appearance.
- “Hey what’s up baby?”
- “Who is this? Drew?”
- “Yes…where are you?”
- “The Lake, you coming?”
- “What do you think? I’m on my way……..I’ll be there in 10 minuets or so.”
- “Its at dock five. All the way towards the left once you get in.”
- “Alright, later.”
- “OK bye.”
The ride over there from Brockport has twisty flat roads leading through woods and farmland. The speed limit reads 55 for the most part but no one follows that shit so Nick just dropped it. We hit almost 120 for a little while. Once we got in the dock area we had no idea this thing actually was going to be. As we passed gate 2 leading up to gate 3 cars were already lined up front to back. We were going 15 mph or so and I leaned over and turned down a stereo and said “Hey…AJ?” “What man?” “I think we’re going to need more beer” We all started laughing. Nick replied “Fuck that we’ll just steal it from some Spencerport kids.”
That’s the end of part one. I’m only starting it. If you guys like it I’ll add more parts. So far its all been pretty close to reality but I gotta go on a patrol on the North/South Korea Border. DON’T HATE PLEASE.

Holy shit.

Cliffsnotes?

I was thinking the same, but i didnt say it lol

Cliffnotes.....you can't keep my attention that long on a weekday, don't even try on a Sunday of a 3 day weekend.

i swear the title said a "little" story..

i guess we can fiile this as chapter 1? :D

don't worry man, you'll be back here before you know it. just hang in there.

Paragraphs!

I was pretty sure I read something like "little story" not my life story. Plus you have like 11 posts so I figured it was spam.

Hey, honesty is king right?

the fact you wronte "please don't hate" at the end was the decider that stopped me from reading any of it.

I read all of it. Good story. Waiting for part 2.

Sounds like the All American dream story. We all hate you now.

Just kiddin, I hope there's some plot twists in there so it doesn't sound so...perfect.

I was 18 and I knew how much college was going to cost, I wasn’t dumb. My parents being the caring type had many in-depth conversation with me about my options. My final decision was to join the Active Duty Army and pay my own way through college. It’s now 2006 and it’s exactly 11 months and 2 days from when I joined.

I am nearly 50 years old and have owned the same 76 Trans Am for 30 years.

And the age details in your profile states:

Date of Birth:
May 3rd, 1987
Age:
19

Pick one sonny.....you're either 19 or 50, but you ain't both....personally I think you're a kid looking for attention.

And the age details in your profile states:



Pick one sonny.....you're either 19 or 50, but you ain't both....personally I think you're a kid looking for attention.
haha

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there's no getting anything past the mods on here. :rofl: good job guys

And the age details in your profile states:



Pick one sonny.....you're either 19 or 50, but you ain't both....personally I think you're a kid looking for attention.

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Nice story. When i'm less busy i'll tell you about my first victory at Le Mans.

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Pick one sonny.....you're either 19 or 50, but you ain't both....personally I think you're a kid looking for attention.

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stonedpimp420's back...
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