In progress of writing up another chapter as of now...
VII
[Monster]
I told David about the hospital: Tyra, bad cafeteria food, Tyra, Shaun's takeout foods he got me, Tyra, Rachael Ray, Tyra and all the holes in the tile of the ceiling. I flipped to the radio news to catch a glimpse of what was happening around the world. Some Johnson guy in Japan winning a bunch of Road Races, the fact that you can buy small assault rifles at concession stands in Japan, and in Tokyo (everything happens in Japan!) a mass destruction run was caused by joyriders in a old Van, causing over three billion dollars in damage.
"Crap! Three Billion dollars!! In a frikkin' van?!" David exclaimed.
"I know, right? Must've been one helluva' van," I replied.
The Radio DJ finished up the news and popped some
Skillet on the player.
It was chilly in the Primera, so I turned the knob to full blast. The cold reminded me of my future living quarters...
"I'm moving to Geneva," I mentioned.
David was in the middle of changing gear and shift from fourth into second, "Shiitake Mushrooms!" he said while struggling to shift into third," Why the
hell are you moving to Europe?"
I explained the situation, "My boss reckoned that I should take a half-holiday, half-job somewhere. I suggested France, but he said Geneva. It's close, and his mate is a Principal at a local college there."
"
College? There're people at college that are older than you! You finished
very early!" He said.
I corrected myself, "I meant High School."
David laughed, "Haha, it's what you New
Zeeeeeaaaaaaallanders say, don't ya?"
I replied sarcastically, "Ha-Ha... Anyway, he said that Genevois speak French, so I should be fine. And they also need an English teacher there: a lot of the pupils want to learn it."
"Cuz, youre in your late Twenties, you can't speak much French, and you've just recovered from a near-fatal car crash!"
I pointed at my leg, "Still recovering, mate." Don't ya just love my humour?
Skillet ended and Coldplay started. Sweet, two of my fave bands back-to-back.
David asked, "Then when are you going, anyway?"
"Um, the end-of-term hol-"
"Hey!"
"Sorry, end-of-
semester vacations almost start, and they're a fortnight. So about three weeks."
"Well," David said, "I'm glad MSN and Facebook's been invented."
I laughed, "I prefer Skype, anyway."
"Ok, but what about packing, and the Airplane tickets?"
"Remember? Dad's a Travel Agent," I mentioned.
"Yeah, in Oceania and Asia."
I replied, "Hey, he's got mates in the Company. It's global." I added, "It's also an Airbus A380. I can almost fit two whole cars in."
"Tom, you can't even drive," he hesitated, "You don't even have a car."
"Hey, hey. I'm a Petrol-Head. I can make a car-related analogy, can't I?"
"Touché, Tom," David smiled, "Touché."
I started to sleep after a second
Coldplay Song finished playing. And woke up to the sound of crunching gravel. David got out and went over to help me out.
"Thanks." I muttered, still tired. I stifled a yawn.
"Don't mention it."
I looked up. This wasn't Foresta! I'm in the middle of Cathedral Rocks. On the start line. Odd.
Some pot-bellied guy came up to me.
"Great to have you back, mate," Mike shook my hand, "bit sad to see ya go away so soon."
I saw some more familiar faces. A few of the locals, a ranger or two, and a bunch of race coordinators. Some of my racing buddies caught my eye.
"Jake, Braeden!" I shouted.
I hobbled over to them on my bad leg. Might need some crutches for that soon, it's acting up.
Jake chuckled, "Tom, you didn't come last week!"
Braeden hit Jake's head. Jake's a few laps short of the race, if you know what I mean. He also smokes weed, which kinda helps my accusation.
"So, no leg cast this time?" Braeden asked, while finishing off a noogie to Jake.
"Naw, just a bit of crappy cloth," I replied.
"Ahh, well. Can you again?"
"Yup, gonna need to retake the test, though." My reactions can still be quite slow.
"Let's hope so, otherwise we wasted a whole lotta money," Jake muttered.
Braeden sack tapped Jake, "Jake, you retard! Shut up!"
"Well, the surprise has been ruined by Jake, might as well show him now," Braeden sighed.
Everyone suddenly cleared out of the road, and a white car was visible from one end, kicking up a great deal of dust. I saw it clear the jumps, and drift as it slowed down to me.
I just had to look at it...
You just have to look at it...
Look at it...
Everyone was looking at it.
Dad got out of the car. He walked up to me.
"Tom, this is a Mine's Evo Six. We've had it Rally Prepared and it's barely road legal. It's a mixture of several things. A parting gift for Switzerland, a get well gift for you, and a replacement for your old Galant."
I was astonished, "How much did this cost you?"
"Everyone paid for it here," he replied.
I looked around, Mike smiled and wave, then race organisers gave me a round of thumbs up. I just stood there, in Shock.
David came up behind me, "Mate, what are ya gonna call him?"
I pondered for a while, "David, I actually don't know..."
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