You might as well try and drive (6-I)

It saddens you that the pretty awesome old guy you befriended was just torn to shreds while you stood five feet away. You did nothing to save him and it’s totally not my fault as the writer. Regardless of whom is to blame (not me), you should leave it all alone. If there’s one thing you learned from six months you spent that spring in a monastery, it’s that revenge solves nothing. Plus they’re a pack of wolverines. And if it’s anything like that movie of the same name, they are super scary but remarkably handsome.

You at least take the time to give the old man a proper burial. Also a nice headstone you made from twigs & berries that you refrain from eating even though you want to. And I do say the eulogy you gave was very beautiful and it even made me mist up a bit. But winners don’t cry and we’re winners… well I am at least.

With everything settled you removed the wooden blocks from under the RV’s wheels. Bringing in the lawn chairs you grab the keys from under the mat and prepare to make your leave. With one last look at the grave you thanked the old man for everything and started up the RV. Driving out of the forest you said goodbye to everything you’ve known your whole life and started a new one on the open road. Heading east towards the rising sun, you take a deep breath of freedom… and it takes like trees.

Half a day’s drive later you pull into Daytona Beach. Driving all the way to the racetrack you just plow right through the gates almost killing a few people in the process. By the time you make it on the racetrack you see a race is currently going on. You just wanted to do a couple of laps, but this seems a whole hell of a lot better. You join in on the race and the track security chasing you follows. And there you have it, after a crazy adventure your dream that you dreamt is achieved. Pat yourself on the back my friend, but wait till the race is over.

The track security didn’t seem to think of stopping forming a roadblock before you came around again, so you got a good 20 laps in before the race ended. By the time you hit the checkered flag you were nowhere near first, but who cares? They eventually stopped you and were amazed to find an anthropomorphic talking black bear behind the wheel. You told them this was always your dream and became an instant celebrity. So you may not have won the race, but you won the day.

The end