----Note: I had high hopes for this blog being only the strange things that I encountered in real life....... But what the heck, I like to write and I've been guzzling coffee, so here goes------

His mind somewhat eased by the smoke, he slumped back into the cushy seat of the caddie and turned on the radio. Jazz flowed forth from the tattered speakers, their cones shattered by the heavy metal that had not long ago comprised the bulk of his mobile listening.
He had played that music for her; despite his long held pride in his sound system, he had thought nothing of the damage done when she had cranked it into near oblivion as they rode together on long trips to nowhere.

She had been the love of his life, but now it had come to this.

Suddenly, lights appeared in his rearview mirror startling him from his reminescence. His heart shot into his throat: Was it the green Plymouth......or the cops?
As though sensing his panic, a scratching sound began to eminate from the box...... a maddening sound that quickly grew in volume and frequency.
The lights drew nearer accompanied by yet another sound, one that he knew all too well; the roar of a fully built musclecar. Once it had been sweet music in his ears, but now it filled him with terror. His mind raced and his mouth went dry as he sat bolt upright in the seat, both hands on the wheel now, knuckles whitening, holding the wheel in a death grip while fighting to keep the slow- steering caddie on the winding road as his speed built.
In his panic the lit cigarette dropped from his lips, unnoticed as the din of his own handiwork rang in his guilty ears drowning reason and sanity in an ocean of noise.......and yet some shred of unused conciousness picked out the distorted strains of Miles Davis amist the chaos in seemingly indifferent contrast to the drama unfolding as seconds passed like hours in his mind.