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Monday, August 31, 2015

hitchhike


by roger "pegleg" wilson

illustrations by konrad kraus and danny delacroix


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i decided to hitchhike to fresno california to buy a banana.

i got a ride outside barrington vermont from a guy in a 1963 oldsmobile.

he said his name was john. i believed him.

i told him my name was ted.

after that we didn’t talk much.

the car rocked from side to side on the highway like a boat on a stormy sea.

night fell.

we were halfway between pittsburgh and louisville kentucky when the car turned into two cars.

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the one with john at the wheel speeded up and disappeared from sight.

the other one with me in the passenger seat kept on.

there was no steering wheel.

i could drive it with my mind but i couldn’t slow it down.

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and i couldn’t stop it because it had no brakes.

traffic increased when i got almost to columbus ohio.

it became harder and harder to keep in my lane.

big semis and buses began crowding and passing me.

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but i couldn’t slow down.

then i heard a siren. the highway patrol!

i wanted them to catch me but i couldn’t slow down.

then i saw a dirt road off to the side.

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somehow i got the car on to it!

the car bounced and bumped along between the trees and over the rocks but at least it started to slow down.

finally it stopped!

i breathed a sigh a relief. i was still alive.

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i got out of the car fast before it could start up again!

me and the car were in a clearing. naturally there was a cabin in the clearing.

there were no lights on in the cabin.

it started to rain.

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then i heard the sirens again.

the highway patrol had discovered where i went and was following me!

would they believe my story about not being able to stop the car?

about driving it with only my mind?

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the rain started to come down hard. that decided me.

i made a dash for the cabin.

even though somehow i felt positive there was nobody inside i started pounding on the door.

the siren stopped but i could hear the patrol car coming down the road.

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i pushed at the door. it opened.

“anybody home?” i called.

even though i knew there wasn’t.

i bumped into a table.

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there was a dark shape in the corner - an old-fashioned icebox.

i opened it.

there was a bottle of coca-cola inside - it looked nice and cold.

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and a banana.

a bright yellow banana.

i didn’t have to go all the way to fresno california for a banana after all.

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