Special thanks to my father-in-law for providing me with Michigan to Georgia distance time. Enjoy and please review. -Jordyn

Luke couldn't help smiling as he turned his head to look at his younger cousin the next morning. They had driven straight through to Michigan upon Bo's request and Bo had talked non-stop the whole way there. By the time they had reached a motel, Luke's ears were ringing with his cousin's lively chatter. Had the drive not been enough, Bo seemed to have decided that he was just plain too excited to sleep and that if he couldn't sleep, Luke wouldn't either…


"Luke…Luke!" called Bo from his bed. "Do you think we'll find'm today?"

"Go to sleep Bo," muttered Luke from under his covers, pulling a pillow over his head.

Five minutes of silence passed. "But Luke… Luke… Luke!"

"What Bo?"

"I just can't wait Luke… we're gonna get'm back…. I can't wait t' get behind that wheel of him again…"

Luke nodded, grumbling something about Bo under his breath.

"Luke?"

Luke sighed. "What Bo!"

"Won't it be great t' hear Dixie played again?"

"Bo… will ya let me sleep else we ain't goin' no where's tomorrow!"

"Well, I's just sayin'" began Bo pouting.

Luke opened his eyes and looked at Bo, trying not to smile at the puppy-dog eyes Bo was giving him.

"Bo Duke, yer gonna be eatin' this here pillow if ya don't let me sleep!"

Bo rolled over, wide awake. He couldn't talk without getting a mouth full of pillow, but he could think… think about what it would be like to have the General Lee back… his heart raced with anticipation.


Now they were on the road again and as Luke turned to him, the dark circles under Bo's eyes made it quite clear that excitement had won the battle over sleepiness… that and the fact that Bo was much quieter today, despite the wide grin on his face as he looked out the window.

Luke smiled. "Tired Bo?"

"A li'l bit," answered the boy with a grin, "but too happy t' sleep."

"I know whatcha mean, cousin," returned Luke though his answer meaning more than Bo realized. He was excited over the prospects of getting the General back… and now they even had a lead…


Luke picked up the ringing phone. "Duke Farm… this here's Luke…"

"Luke, Cooter here, how ya doin' buddy-roo?"

"Fine, Coot, just fine… what's up?"

"Well, I think ya might be doin' more than fine when I tell ya my news…"

"Ya take that bath yet?" quipped Bo into the phone as he walked by, earning a laugh from Luke.

Cooter laughed too. "Sure is nice t' have Bo back again…"

The older cousin nodded, watching Bo hugging Daisy from behind as she set a few still-warm cookies on a plate for him. "Sure is…"

"Lukas, I got somethin' even more nice t' tell ya…"

"What's that?" asked Luke skeptically.

"I think I found the General."

"You what!"

My cousin up in Michigan runs an auto parts store up there… seems a fellow came in and asked for some parts to put his charger back together… well, t' make a long story short he needed help loosening one of the bolts and when my cousin went out there…."

"The General…"

"You got it!"


Luke remembered how Bo's eyes had lit up when he told him. They had the name of the man and the town he had been in. It was a start… a good start… which Bo had reminded him of over… and over… and over.

Yes, Luke was ecstatic about getting the General Lee back, though logically he knew they were taking a big risk. Bo, however, was worth it. Just seeing his eyes light up when Luke had told him had been worth its weight in gold.

They were in a small town, slightly north of Manistee and were looking for a place to eat some lunch when Luke heard Bo's breath catch in his throat.

"Bo, ya ok?" asked Luke worriedly.

Bo's answer was to gulp and nod, pointing at an old barn they had just passed. "Go…go back, Luke…"

"What?"

"Go back!"

Luke obliged turning the car around and soon stopped, looking to where Bo was pointing.

"Bo… that looks like…"

Bo nodded. It was a '69 charger. No doubt about that… only difference was this one was black instead of orange and with no flag or 01 on the side.

"Luke, I got a feelin'…"

Luke nodded. "Me too. Let's go, Bo."

Parking the car, near the road, the two quietly walked towards the car, being careful not to make any noise.

"Plate is different… but that don't mean nothin'. Doors are welded shut, but if it was used for racin' that don't mean much either."

Bo shook his head. There was something particular he was looking for, as he climbed in through the window.

"Lu-uke," managed Bo, pointing to a rip in the passenger seat. "There's where my knife missed me."

Luke gulped. That confirmed it. Bo and Luke had been runnin' from Roscoe as usual and Bo had been pouting because Luke had wanted to drive had idly began to play with his knife. Luke had had to do an emergency jump causing Bo to drop the knife. It narrowly missed his leg, cutting a hole in the seat instead. There was no doubt now.

Two small clicks sounded nearby.

"Well, well, well… look who's here Charlie… seems these two didn't learn their lessons the first time."

Charlie nodded, aiming his gun at Bo. "Get out, plowboy and make it quick!"

Bo banged his fist on the dashboard, anger clearly evident in his manner, though Luke could see the fear in his eyes.

"Hope you two enjoyed your trip here… it'll be the last one ya take," began Turk, punching Luke in the stomach and sending him to the ground."

"Luke!"

Ya know, I sure don't like the looks of things… y'all stay tuned, ya hear?