From: Beyond the Pavement
By Albert Drake
Mill keeps his foot on the gas through the gentle angle and prepares for the bad S curve by shifting up a cog to
catch the bend in a power slide. Tires skim the pavement and barely hang to the road rim; he measures the margin
of safety by the swirls of dust, the dervish ripples that indicate the right rear tire is two inches of rubber
Exhaust and engine sing, the country air shatters before the car like glass, and the gauges dance in their circles.
He speeds across the sky, down a rainbow, to the inevitable pot of gold of which he dreams. For in the freedom
of flight, of fantasy, he is not the pawn of two old men, nor the family buffer, nor his brother's keeper, but:
Mill Sederstrom, blazing the last lap toward the ten thousand dollars, the champagne-filled trophy cup, the Hollywood
starlet who will pucker hot, moist lips. He will stand on the car seat smiling for the klieg lights of flashbulbs:
the boy champion.
c Albert Drake, 1981
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