Space Trash by Chris Winder

Author:Chris Winder [Winder, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

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If you couldn’t afford a car that was fast enough to get out of its own way, that wasn’t his problem. If you couldn’t accelerate from zero to sixty in less than ten seconds, that also wasn’t his problem. However, if you took your piece of junk, barely street-worthy, pathetic rattle-trap mom-wagon out from under your carport next to your roach-infested single-wide and crawled down the road like you had all day and so did everyone else, that became a problem.

Tyler found himself stuck behind one of those mom-wagons in the fast lane of a four-lane highway in a town he hated almost as much as he hated the driver and the mom-wagon he found himself stuck behind. He saw it, the big, lumbering, booger-colored trash can from nearly two miles away. It was just turning right out of a strip-mall parking lot. No way it’s going to make a right-hand turn and end up directly in his lane, he thought to himself. That ugly thing is just going to continue to turn right and stay in the slow lane where it belongs. It knows better than to… and then it happened. Just as he was racing-up to it, the driver, who must have been blind as a bat not to see a bright-red car, headlights on, screaming down the highway, changed lanes.

Time slowed down and Tyler’s mind raced. This gave him time to think about what he wanted to do. He could swerve to the center turn lane, but they were approaching a hill and there could be someone preparing to make a legitimate turn, so that wasn’t a good idea. He could swerve to the right, but he’d tried that once and the snowbird in the hundred-foot-long motor home and trailer actually wanted to make a right turn ahead and had squeezed him against the curb. He could ram the thing and hope he killed the other driver so he could then sue the surviving spouse. However, mom-wagons were transportation of the poor, barely one step above bicycles, so there wouldn’t be anything for him to get even if he did win. Instead he decided to punish the driver by scaring the idiot. Maybe next time he or she would just stay home.

Tyler closed the gap and kept his speed steady. He didn’t want to risk smashing into the back of the slow, possibly blind, driver so he didn’t lower his speed. This was something he’d done several times before, and he was getting better at it each time.

As the seconds passed by, he judged the distance, looked for cross-traffic and watched the tailpipe of the mom-wagon to make sure it wasn’t going to drastically change speed. When he was close enough that he knew the driver should be able to see him, he flashed his lights. Everyone knew that if you were in the fast lane and someone behind you flashed your lights, it meant get over. If you didn’t, you deserved whatever came next. After a second, he flashed his lights again, but he didn’t really expect the driver to move over.

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