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Taking the farm car.(Fictional Work)

Quadrant

| November 01, 2003 | Gillett, Ross | COPYRIGHT 2003 Quadrant Magazine Company, Inc. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan.  All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group. (Hide copyright information)Copyright

TAKING THE FARM CAR

There's luck in being alive. Ravenous for speed, born determined to drive,

my younger brother would grin and kid me into another quick forbidden spin.

Almost standing, he'd peer over the steering wheel. Together we changed gear.

Not that gear changes mattered on the flat and lonely roads we hungered for. The battered

bonnet shook. Its chrome spine was a silver arrow racing away from home.

Windows down, we heard the shocked fence posts whisper their indecipherable word,

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