The
Torino
A humor story by dragon
It was a nice day; the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the Torino was skidding around corners.
"Kid!" Hutch shouted.
"I see him," Starsky said as he turned the car sharply to avoid the child.
"Dog! Cat! Squirrel!"
"They're not in my way!"
"I know, but it's fun to yell," Hutch teased.
The Torino was bouncing over a rough spot. Starsky turned again to save the suspension.
"WAALLLL!!!!" Hutch shouted in Starsky's ear as Starsky tried to gain control of the Torino as it jolted, spun, and crashed into the barrier.
"Aw, man!" Starsky said as he ran towards the small pile of bent up metal. "I was up all night working on it."
"It looks totaled," Hutch said as he looked at the wreckage. "I told you to use something stronger than aluminum and popsicle sticks."
"I had to use lightweight materials so the motor wouldn't burn out."
"Then why the hell didn't you use plastic?"
"'Cause, it's easier to work with aluminum. And besides, I didn't want to spend over three hundred bucks on equipment."
"Maybe we can salvage some of the parts."
"We?" Starsky asked hopefully as he picked up the twisted remains of his model car. "Does this mean you'll help me?"
"Yep. What are friends for?"
"Well, then why don't you start by helping me get this pile of scrap home?" Starsky said as he began loading the debris into a box.
"Sorry 'bout your car, buddy. Though that was a pretty spectacular crash."
Starsky couldn't help grinning a little. "Yeah, it was cool. And it was fun while it lasted."
"So, ya' wanna pick up a pizza on the way back to your place?" Hutch asked as he got up and followed Starsky back towards the parking lot.
"Sounds good. Thanks a lot, Hutch."
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