(139 words-flash fiction/poetry)
Illegal moonshiners in North Carolina back in the day drove ’40 Ford Coupes to get away from what would have surely been a jail stay…
those Fords took to the country backroads with their highly-flammable loads because they were a smooth ride inside due to their extra stable tension bar, not something seen on every car…
it took guts and skill to drive on a moonlit red-dirt switchback up a hill, but the payoff was worth the thrill…
the idea was just to drive away and live again for another day, so it was a race against a law that the local folk claimed had a flaw…
and some folks say that you can still drive those roads far out of the way, and on a moonlit night you might see a souped-up ’40 Ford Coupe being chased by a stock Chevrolet!
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The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff 