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Chapter 5: The Packard
“Now listen, sonny. The road is like a tight rope, and this majestic chariot is like a baby. You gotta cherish it, feed it, tell it how precious it means to you, and-”
“Dad, I’m just doing a test drive, and it’s just a car.” Miles said behind the wheels of the old Packard.
Phil looked at his son with shock and rubbed the control panel. “Don’t say that out loud, you might hurt her feelings.”
It’s been a while Miles had drove something. Not since that fateful day where he flew over the jungles of San Lorenzo years ago. But now that he’s slowly learning to enjoy urban life again, he thought it would be nice to try driving around the block, especially if he needs to drive to his new job at the hospital if he misses the bus.
“Still cherish the old girl?” Miles smiled at the sight of his father kissing the Packard, something he missed seeing all these years. “I’m a grown man, remember?” Miles placed his hand on Phil’s shoulder. “And do you remember when you taught me how to ride my bike.”
“Well of course I do, sonny.” Phil smiled. “You nearly broke every bone in your body, and after the eleventh time, I had to cover you in pillows so you can be safe and Pookie doesn’t make me sleep in the doghouse, literally.”
“Aaaaah ha ha ha!” Pookie laughed maniacally from a far.
“And that just proves you’re not ready to drive and hang out with all your little friends.”
“Dad.”
“Think you can borrow the Packard every Friday night to go to the game and pick up gold diggers.”
“Daaaaad.”
“And don’t bring it back till sunrise and I have to clean up all those fast food wrappers you leave around.”
“Daaaaaaaaaad.”
“I mean mankind invented garbage cans for a reason.”
“Are you done yet?”
“Have you seen this rundown city? Garbage everywhere and nobody takes the time to pick up after themselves. But not Arnold.”
“Can you let me-”
“You know, you should take notes on him. He’s kind, friendly, funny, and athletic. He’s not nearly as perfect as me, but that shouldn’t discourage you to start acting more like him.”
“But I am-”
“Ooooh, I see. You’re getting annoyed by the whole ‘Parents wishing you act like another kid that ain’t theirs.’ GOOD!” Phil laughed. “Maybe you should ask Arnold to teach you how to drive. Now what do you say?”
Miles took a deep breath, recollecting what he wants to say. “Dad, you don’t have to worry about me, not ever again.” He gave Phil an insuring smile. “I learned from the best.”
Phil smiled softly at his boy and leaned on his seat. “Well if that’s the case. Show me.”
Miles enjoyed being a Dad to Arnold after many lost years, now he’s being the son Phil wanted back for quite some time.
“Now watch me drive this with care.” Miles informed his elderly father as he gently pushed the gas pedal, but then realized his skills at driving had dwindled over the years and became that of a nervous teenager who keeps pushing the gas pedal with multiple stops.
He slowly looked to his father with an embarrass look. “W-Well that’s what practice is for.”
“I’m getting your old bike out, and the pillows.”
End of Chapter
