Page 17 of Side Trip

“I won’t,” she whined. She just didn’t get what was so special about an old car. Her ten-second fantasy of pulling up to Kevin’s cabin in a convertible Beemer popped like an overblown balloon. But a thought occurred to her. “Does this mean I get a convertible Porsche Carrera for my graduation?” she asked her dad. Her dream car.

“Not with the grades you brought home.”

Joy pouted.

“Can I drive it to the party tonight?” Judy asked.

Their dad hesitated.

“It should be fine, Joel.”

“All right, as long as your mother doesn’t have a problem with it. But there are a few things you need to know before you drive off. The engine gets shaky when you take it over fifty-five—”

“Dad,” Judy moaned.

“I’m serious, don’t drive over the speed limit.”

Joy peered through the rear window. “What’s with that ugly blue blanket?”

“It protects the seats. Keep them covered when you’re not driving her. She’s an older car. You also need to get used to the way she handles. She’s heavier than your mom’s Mercedes, so it takes longer to brake and accelerate. She also takes wider turns.” He laughed lightly. “You’ve got me calling it ashe.”

“Her name is Betty,” Judy announced.

“Really? That’s so stupid.”

“Joy, don’t start,” her mother warned.

“The steering wheel and column are custom. The previous owner did some extensive upgrades to install an airbag, and that’s the only reason I’m letting you drive it now. I have to take it back to the shop this week. The front passenger seat belt is jammed, and the back seat only has lap belts. Until then, no passengers.”

“What?” Joy and Judy complained in unison.

“No passengers. It’s not safe.”

“That’s BS!” Joy kicked the whitewall tire. How was she supposed to get to Taryn’s?

“Hey, watch the car,” Judy said.

“Joy, language!” her mom snapped.

Judy gave Joy’s shirtsleeve a little tug. “Sorry, sis.”

“You promised you’d drive me to Taryn’s.”

“What’s this?” her mom asked.

“Taryn invited me to watch a movie at her cabin.”

“Another night, kiddo.”

“But, Dad, I promised Taryn I’d be there,” she whined.

“Your father said no. And why are you even asking? Your chores aren’t done. The dishes are still in the sink and the trash hasn’t been emptied,” her mom noted, disappointed.

Ignoring her mom, she turned to Judy. “Can’t you drive Mom’s car?”

“No way. I’m taking this baby for a spin.”

“Taryn is expecting me.” And she wanted to see Kevin.

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