An automotive enthusiast’s personal apocalypse. A story in the not-so-distant future in which Mr. Randel, caught up in a system not of his making, faces the inevitability of having the government confiscate his car, and remembers the time when he had the freedom and the means to enjoy driving. He realizes that it’s too late and that things have gone way too far to ever go back.
At first, I hardly noticed the truck there. But later I found myself constantly glancing over to where it was parked to see if it had moved
The next morning I was half asleep when I walked into my garage through the side door. The first thing that hit me was the color blue.