"Yes!" Samantha shouted, running up to her father's green convertible. "Yes, yes." she muttered, opening the door.
"So?" her father asked, not moving a finger to start the car yet.
"A- its an A though" she giggled, happy that she was finally getting a car.
"Whoa, wait, wait. I can't see." he stated, steadying her arm as she shook the paper at him. "It's an A." he stated, his voice in disbelief.
"So I'm good?"
"You're good." he stated, then started up the car and pulled off into the street. They passed through a Porsche dealer ship and Samantha looked at the beautiful cars she thought she would never own. "Gotta little surprise for you hon." her father stated turning into the parking lot. "Yup, just a little surprise."
"No, no, no Dad!" She exclaimed, her knuckles in her mouth. "You've got to me kidding!"
"Yeah...I am. You're not getting a Porsche." he stated, grinning. Samantha's smile dropped as he drove out of the car lot.
"What's wrong with you? You think that's funny?"
"Yeah I think that's funny?"
"Yeah, I think it's funny." her dad laughed, pulling into a used car lot.
"What's wong with you?"
"You really think your going to get a Porsche? For your first car?" he questioned as a yellow Camaro pulled into the lot behind them.
"I don't want to talk to you for this whole thing." Samantha pouted, pulling her hair into a ponytail.
"Oh, come on, it's just a practical joke." her dad laughed.
"It's not a funny joke." she muttered as he stopped the car and got out, Samantha following, as the yellow Camaro pulled into an empty spot.
"Hey Manny!" an African American man shouted as he walked out of the run down building .
"What?"
"Get your cousin out that damn clown suit, having heat stroke again. Scaring white folks."
"It's hot, makeup's melting, hurts my eyes." the man in the clown suit Samantha and her dad passed driving in stated, waving the sign slightly.
"Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said...you said half a car, not half a piece of crap dad."
"When I was your age, I was happy with four wheels and an engine." he stated.
"Ok, let me explain to you dad, you ever seen 50 Year Old Virgin?" she asked, her hand on her forehead.
"Yeah." he answered.
"That's what this is," she stated, gesturing to an old car on her left, "And this, is 50 Year Old Virgin." she added to a car on her right. "You want me to live that life?" she asked, her hands on her hips.
"No sacrifice. No victory."
"Yeah I get it, the old family motto." Samantha grumbled.
"Ladies and gentlemen." the African American man stated, leaning on an old out of service gas pump and held out a hand for them to shake. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except with out the runs." he laughed, getting a raised eye brow from Samantha.
"My daughter here, looking to buy her first car." Samantha's father stated, gesturing to the rebelling teen next to him.
"You come to see me?" Bobby asked, looking at the black haired girl.
"I had to."
"That practically makes us family" he stated, holding a hand out to shake with her "Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."
"Samantha. Call me Sam."
"Sam, let me talk to you. Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods." he stated, leading her out into the sun light where she used her arm to shade her eyes. She raised her eyebrow at the one ostrich in the used car parking lot but thought nothing of it and listened to the crazy man talk.
"Let me tell you something, dear. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Hon, I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy. Thats my mammy." he gestured to a few women sitting in front of a house next to the lot, "Hey, Mammy!" he called, waving. The old woman raised her arm and flicked Bobby B off and Samantha snorted a laugh before shaking it off and letting the man continue.
"Oh, don't be like that. If I had a rock I'd bust your head bitch. Tell you what, shes Deaf." he laughed again. "Well over here. Every piece of car a man might want or need." he stated, leading Samantha to a row of neatly parked cars, leading the two up to the yellow Camaro that pulled into the empty spot.
"This ain't bad." she stated running her hand over the roof edge and smiling to herself "This one's got racing stripes."
"Yeah. Got racing... Yeah what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!" he called.
"What?" replied a Mexican man coming out of the building, a rag in his hand.
"This car, check it out!"
"I don't know boss, I never seen that! Thats loco." the Mexican man stated.
'Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me Manny, find out!" Bobby stated. Samantha was already in the car, her hands on the wheel.
"Feels good." she stated to herself, then ran her thumb on the horn button and stared at an odd emblem on the middle of it.
"How much?" her father asked, leaning on the car.
"Well, considering the semi classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels, and the custom paint job-"
"Yeah, but the paints faded." Samantha countered.
"Yeah, but it's custom."
"It's custom faded?"
"Its your first car, wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand." he stated back to her father.
"Nah, not paying over four. Sorry." her father stated.
"Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car." Bobby stated, tapping the inside of the car.
"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Samantha stated, refusing to get out.
"Yeah, well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." With a grumble, Sam heaved herself out of the car, taking one last look at the emblem before nearly falling into her dad as she got out. Bobby stepped over to the VW Bug next to the Camaro and opened the door.
"Now, this one here for 4G's is a beaut" he stated, getting into the tiny car.
"Theres a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." her father stated.
"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." Samantha stated, pulling her bangs from her face.
"This is a classic engine right here." Bobby stated, getting into the yellow Bug, "I sold a car the other day..." Sam shut the driver door and the passenger door opened suddenly, smacking into the yellow Bug's driver door, making it move sideways and crash into a cart with engine fluid and knocking it over and nearly giving Samantha a heart attack.
"Gee. Holy cow." her father breathed, about to help the crazy car dealer.
"No, no, no. No worries."
"Are you alright?"
"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out baby!" he shouted, climbing out the passenger door window. Sam looked back at the Camaro as the radio popped on.
"Greater Than Man..." was all it said as Bobby pointed to a car on the far corner.
"Now, that ones my favorite, drover here all the way from Alabammy." he stated, walking towards it. Sam just stared at the Camaro as the radio was being crazy and a high-pitched sound went off, popping all the windows of the cars in the lot sending glass everywhere. Car alarms went off but stopped after a minute as the three people in the lot stood from crouched positions, taking their hands off their ears.
Bobby stared around his lot in horror as every windshield, every window, and ever back window was blown out and turned towards the two.
"$4,000." he stated, holding up four fingers, happy inside that he got rid of the Camaro.
Hey hey hey readers, thanks so much for actually reading this I never thought people would like this story and that's why it took so long to write. Thanks a whole bunch for reading and I really hope you review and continue reading. THANKS