Bonnnnnggggggg … bonnnnnggggggg … bonnnnnggggggg …
AC/DC’s bells from hell claimed Turbo’s soul through the oversized speakers in his truck as he banged his head to the beat.
Deeper, he slipped as he fell through another round.
Diesel’s fingers fluttered over the fret in preparation of some seriously intense air guitaring.
Dow, dow, dowwwwwww …
Much to the amusement of a bus–full of school kids in the next lane.
Ting … ting … ting, bonnnnnggggggg … ting … ting … dow, dow, dowwwwwww …
Turbo double–shuffled the clutch and finessed the gears like a Buddhist monk rings his bell.
Dow, dow, dowwww … bonnnnnggggggg …
Diesel imagined himself on stage guitaring with Angus, anticipating the riff and bangin’ like demons. Turbo was ready to put on the show of the century; but then his phone rang.
“Turbo!” The truck’s loud–speakers announced on speakerphone as Turbo jolted his soul back to earth. Diesel wasn’t fazed by the phone stopping the music, he and Angus went off …
“Turbo?” Billy’s Aboriginal accent enquired.
“Billy? Is that you, mate?”
The people on the sidewalk at the traffic lights couldn’t help but listen into the conversation.
“Yes! I am Billy,” he shouted.
“Not so loud, Billy,” Amber whispered. “You don’t have to shout.”
“Heeeyyyyy, Billy, it’s good to hear from ya, mate. How ya going?”
“I need help.”
“I gotta learn about the phone.”
“Well congratulations, mate — ya just passed the first test. Where are ya?”
“In the Botanical Gardens,” Amber said; which Billy had no end of trouble repeating.
“Ya kidding me?” Turbo said when he finally figured out what Billy was trying to say. “I’m not far from there now.”
“Where are you?”
“Just up the road.”
Billy went quiet while he looked up and down the road.
“You’re looking for me aren’t you?” Turbo said.
“Can’t see you.”
“That’s ’cause I’m too far away. Whereabouts in the park are you? I’ll come and see ya.”
“In the picnic area near the beach,” Amber whispered.
“In the picnic area near the beach,” Billy said.
“OK, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“OK,” Billy said and Amber hung up the phone for him. “He’s coming here!”
“I know. Cool hey?”
“Yeah,” and then Billy suddenly bolted. “Race ya,” he shouted over his shoulder.
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