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I nearly let out a scream as Bo floored it and the General whizzed over the large dirt pile, causing us to literally fly over the entire construction site. Instead, I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my seat as hard as my fingers would allow. The landing jolted the entire car hard, and I was just sure that I was going to hit my head, that we'd popped a tire, or that the whole car would blow up and we'd die. But as I opened my eyes again, Bo still had the accelerator to the floor, and we were now doing eighty-five down the finished part of the road.

I glanced at Bo. She had the nerve to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You're so uptight."

I was a little annoyed at this. I'm not really an uptight person. Usually I'm quite cool and laid-back, trying to calm Bo down and keep her from blowing up in someone's face. However, ever since Bo had finally gotten her license, I had been extremely uptight while sitting in the passenger's seat, a place I was not familiar with.

Bo had taken two years to get her driver's license. She'd tried to take the test at age sixteen, but she'd failed the first time. The second time she'd tried to take it, she was grounded from leaving the house. After that, one thing led to another.

Since I was three years older than Bo, I had been driving her around for awhile. I've always been more responsible, so I'd gotten my license the first try.

Right at that moment, I was wishing that anyone with the name Bo wasn't allowed to legally drive any sort of vehicle.

Bo's dad, my dad's cousin, whom I call Uncle Bo, was just as bad as her, although he had more experience. He just liked to get a reaction out of me, I guess.

Nonetheless, I could be just as reckless. I'd jumped cricks, raced among the best in our county, and had made 180-degree turns from one hundred MPH. I just preferred to be the one driving when I did such risky driving.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get a gallon of gas for your dad?" I asked her as she took a bend in the road and nearly tipped us on two wheels.

"Luke, we live in Hazzard. Going into town for gas is like turnin' on the radio during your favorite song. It's real excitin'!"

Only if you're a Duke. I thought. Hazzard County always had been exciting for the Duke family, whether it was the good kind of exciting or the bad kind.

"Bo Peep to the pretty Sheep Dogs, y'all out there?" Our Aunt Daisy's voice came on over the CB radio.

"Aunt" Daisy wasn't exactly our aunt. She was our fathers' cousin, but just like a sister to them, so that was what we always called her.

I snatched the CB off the bracket before Bo could take a hand off the wheel. "Yeah, Aunt Daisy, you've got us."

"Your daddies are askin' for three gallons of gas now. They say they're gonna get Black Tilly II fired up if it's the last thing they do."

"Why do they need three gallons instead of just one now? I thought they already had a few cans full."

"For some reason those disappeared. Any idea where they might have gotten off too?" it wasn't really a question, I knew. Aunt Daisy knew Bo just as well as I did.

I looked over at the blonde who was trying to act casual. I hit the button again. "Oh, yeah, I think I can figure it out. Anyway, that's a 10-4. Over and out." I set the CB down again and stared at Bo. "What'd you take it for?"

"Take what for?" she asked in a high voice, as if she were entirely innocent.

The roll of my eyes caused her to fess up.

"Alright, fine. I took the General for a spin in the empty back twenty and ran out of juice. So I used those last cans to get it back to the house. Even that wasn't enough, so I had to take some out of the pickup."

Our great Uncle Jesse's pickup truck wasn't in that great of shape anymore, but it was still used around the farm.

I just sighed and watched out the window as we came into Hazzard.

It hadn't changed much over the years, according to everyone in town. Just some new people, some new traditions, and some new, sweet, motors that cruised the streets.

Bo tore through the town square, hung a left, and pulled into Cooter's. She stopped, but didn't turn the key back. She let the General sit and roar in its place.

"Feel the power Luke?"

"Yeah, I feel it." I replied, shaking my head at the people who glanced our way. "You're actin' a little weird though."

"I thought you said that was normal for me?"

"It is, I suppose." I slid out the window and let my boots hit the ground as she finally turned off the motor and slid out herself.

"Hey, there girlies! What can I do for you this fine afternoon?" Cooter asked as he stepped out from under the hood of a rusty old Mustang.

"The guys need a few gallons of gas." I told him.

"Your daddies still tryin' to breathe the life back into Tilly number two?"

"Yep. They think they're getting close though." I watched Bo as she leaned against the driver's side window, staring at the steering wheel.

Cooter followed my gaze, then stepped into the garage for a gas can. "That girl still obsessed with drivin'?"

"Oh, yeah. She's so excited that she finally passed that test that she's been tearing up the roads for the past three days." I shook my head. "RJ's gonna have to take that license away from her before too long."

"Well, don't be too hard on her. She's just happy to finally be drivin'. She'll share that car again before too long." Cooter replied as he finished filling the first can and reached for a second.

"I hope you're right. I miss the General." I turned back to Cooter and grinned. "But I can get back at her. As of five months ago, I'm offically drinkin' age. Bo's just dyin' for that too."

Cooter laughed. "I thought you didn't like that watered down stuff?"

"I don't. But drinkin' it in front of Bo makes me feel better."

Cooter laughed again as he finished with the cans. "Well, there you go. That'll be $7.75."

I shook my head at him, pulled a ten out of my pocket, and handed it too him. "You liar. Keep the change.

He smiled and picked up the third can as I picked up the other two. Cooter was forever trying to give us a discount. But he deserved more than he got.

"Bo, pop the trunk, will you?" Bo wasn't staring at the car anymore, but off across the street, so I figured she'd spotted some guy she considered cute. "Bo!"

"What?"

"Pop the trunk!"

"Oh, right." she reached inside and pulled the lever. Cooter and I set the cans inside and I slammed it shut again. "Thanks again, Cooter."

"No problem, y'all. Take it easy now!"

I waved as I slid back into the window. Bo was way ahead of me. she revved the engine and back up at top speed, put it in drive, and took off towards the farm.

At the time, I just sighed and hung on to the door handle. But later, I would be wishing that I'd told her to slow down.

What do you think? What's Luke mean when she says that later she'll wish she'd told Bo to slow down? Is tragedy about to occur? Please read & review and stay tuned!