Date: Wed, 18 May 2011 22:38:46 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chatper 10

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Chapter Ten -- Awesome Cars

I opened my eyes to someone shaking me awake, "Glenn, get up!  Let's get
out running so we can beat the heat!"

I opened my eyes to see Keith grab the blanket and sheets and pull them off
the bed.  He just stood there laughing as he saw my morning wood tenting my
boxers.

"It's nice to see you are a normal guy!  Come on, get up and let's get
moving!  Where are your running clothes?" he asked, turning towards my
dresser.

"They are in the second drawer from the top," I said as I stood up and
stretched, stifling a yawn.

Keith threw my t-shirt, running shorts and jock at me, "Here they are hurry
up."  He stood there waiting, expecting me to get dressed.  I guess my face
must have betrayed me because he started to laugh.  "Why, aren't we shy
this morning?  Okay, I'll step out and let you get dressed, BUT don't drag
your feet," he said as he exited my room closing the door behind him.  I
quickly changed into my running gear and stepped out into the hallway where
Keith was waiting for me.

Keith gave me an appraising look and said, "Good, let's get going."

We headed down the stairs and out the front door.  Keith set the pace
starting out slow and gradually picking up speed as we warmed up.  We ran
down past the garage and turned onto the dirt road that led towards the
barn where we were last night.  It was a beautiful morning.  The fresh air
felt good to me but I quickly broke out into a sweat.  I could feel the
humidity in the air.  It felt like a wet blanket against my skin.  I was
keeping up with Keith pretty easily.  Then he kicked it into high gear and
just took off.

Laughing he yelled back over his shoulder, "Let's see if you can catch me!"

I poured on the speed and tried to catch him.  As we approached the barn,
Keith slowed down and let me catch up.

"Boy, you need some work to get you in shape," he said laughing at me,
again.

"Hey, you didn't give me any warning!  I can out run you any day!"  I said.

"Okay, let's just see if that's true, cuz!  We'll turn around at the barn
and race back to the house.  Got it?"  Keith asked.

"Sure, just make sure it's a fair race...no head start!"

"Alright, here's the barn.  Turn around.  On your mark, set, go!"

We took off running hard like greyhounds at the race track.  We stayed even
up to the midway point.  I could feel my legs start to burn as I poured on
an extra spurt of energy to kick start my sprint to the end.  I pulled
ahead of Keith just as we neared the house and just barely won the race.  I
slowly came to stop and then kept walking around to keep my legs from
cramping up on me.

Keith came up to me still breathing hard and slapped me on the back, "Not
bad, cousin, I guess I will have to make sure you lose tomorrow morning so
you don't get a big head!"

"You think so!  Well, I don't intend to let you win, ever!  You are such an
old man anyway...it's a wonder you can even jog let alone run!"

"What!! You insolent young pup!  You'd better respect your elders even if
I'm only a year older than you!" Keith exclaimed giving me punch in the
shoulder.

We continued to talk trash about each other as we walked into the house and
climbed the stairs to our rooms.  I opened my bedroom door and grabbed my
cell phone.  I flipped it open to see if I had any messages.  My shoulders
sagged with disappointment upon seeing nothing, not a single one.  Why
hadn't Ian answered my text messages?  The last one I received was sent
from the airport as they were getting on the plane for London.  I sent
another text message, "Where are you?  Why aren't you answering me?"  I was
starting to get a little angry at Ian.  Why was he treating me this way?
He had always seemed to be honest and open to me.  It made me worry that
something had happened to him.  I left the cell on my dresser and pulled
out some clean clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The hot water coursed down my body causing my muscles to relax.  After a
few minutes, I started to feel better.  I shook myself mentally and decided
that I couldn't let Ian ruin my vacation with my Grandparents.  I finished
cleaning up, got dressed and went downstairs to the dining room where a
breakfast buffet was waiting for me.

Both Grandpa and Grandma were already seated at the table and Keith was
helping himself to the buffet.

"Grab a plate and serve yourself," Grandma said.  "Make sure you get enough
to eat.  There's plenty of food for everyone."

Keith's plate was stacked high with everything he could possible get on it.
"Don't worry Grandma.  I won't let the food go to waste!"  He sat down next
to Grandpa and dug in with obvious pleasure.

"Grandpa, how long have you been into racing?" I asked.

"It's been a long time, Glenn, ever since I was in high school.  I guess
you saw some of my race cars in the garage yesterday!" Grandpa said.  "I
bet your next question is "When can you drive one?" right?"

I looked a little surprised and answered, "Yeah that is exactly what I was
going to ask you.  I love cars.  Could we at least go out for spin in one
of them?"

Grandpa looked across the table at Grandma, "Well, honey, what do think
about driving the Porsches up to North Carolina today?"

Grandma eyes sparkled as a huge smile lit up her face.  "You know I love
driving my little car.  Yes, I think that would be wonderful idea.
However, I think we should let the boys do the driving.  You take Keith in
your car and I will take Glenn with me.  Of course, boys, there will be no
speeding!  Do I make myself clear?"  She looked each of us in the eyes.

We both responded with at the same time, "Yes Ma'am!"

I looked across at Keith.  We were both wearing big grins and were
practically bouncing off of our chairs with excitement.

"Glenn, you are a miracle worker!" Keith said.  "I never thought Grandpa
and Grandma would ever let us drive one their precious babies!"

Grandpa placed a hand on Keith's shoulder, "Just remember young man that
what you said is true.  That car is just like a baby to me.  So as you're
driving, make sure you pay proper attention to what you're doing!"
Grandpa's looked soberly at us it but didn't dampen our excitement.

"Boys finish up your breakfast and pack an overnight bag since we will be
staying overnight with Keith's mom and dad tonight.  Oh, I have arranged
with the plant manager for us to take a tour of the BMW manufacturing plant
in Spartanburg, South Carolina.  They also have a great museum there, the
Zentrum Museum.  It's on our way but we need to get started so we aren't
too late getting to Selma."

Keith exclaimed, "Grandpa you're so awesome!  I've wanted to see that
operation for some time now.  How did you manage to arrange it?"

"I know the plant manager from my college days.  I called him yesterday and
he agreed to take on a tour of his facility."

Keith and I hurriedly finished eating and ran back up the stairs to pack a
few things for the trip.  We met back downstairs in record time both
grinning from ear to ear.

"Glenn, you are going to just love driving Grandma's car.  It's such a
sweet ride!"

"I can't wait to tell Ian," I said

"Who's Ian," asked Keith.

"My best friend in the whole world.  He's from Norway.  We met last year at
school.  When I left to come here, he went back to Europe with his
parents."

"I'm sure he'll be excited for you.  I can't wait to tell my roommate,
Rick.  He's as much into cars as I am.  He's also studying mechanical
engineering." Keith said.

Grandma and Grandpa came into the foyer, each carrying a small overnight
bag.  "Okay boys, let's go," said Grandpa.

We followed them out to the garage.  Both of them went over to their
respective Porsches, one white and one black, and unlocked them.  They
turned and beckoned to us to come over.  They handed us the keys and they
went around and climbed into the passenger's side.

Grandma asked, "You've driven a manual transmission before haven't you?"

"Yeah, Dad doesn't believe in automatic transmissions," I said.

"Good, so we should be ready to go," Grandma said.

I adjusted the mirrors and the seat.  I quickly acquainted myself with the
instrumentation and turned the key in the ignition.  The engine roared to
life.  I could feel the power of the engine.  The engine just purred.  I
backed the car out of the garage and turned down the driveway.  I looked in
the rearview mirror and saw Keith do the same in the white Porsche with
Grandpa sitting next to him.

Grandma said, "Take a right at the end of the driveway and follow the road
to the freeway."

Needless to say, I was floating on cloud nine the entire trip.  Grandma and
I talked about the family and my dreams for school.  She shared memories of
my mom as a child and how wonderful it was to have me visiting with them.
We arrived at the BMW plant in what seemed no time at all.  I pulled the
little black Porsche into the visitors parking area and turned off the
engine.  It had been a ride to remember.  Keith pulled the white Porsche
alongside us a few minutes later.  We all got out and started walking
towards the Zentrum Museum.

Keith's excitement caused him to practically bounce as he walked over to me
and we knocked fists, "Was that exciting or what?" asked Keith.

"Yeah, it was great!  But the best part of the whole trip was getting to
know Grandma better," I said with a smile looking over at my Grandma.  She
returned the smile and gave me a quick little hug.

As we approached the museum doors, a big bull of man came out to greet us.
He had pure white hair and stood about 6'4".  He grabbed Grandpa's hand and
shook it vigorously.

"Chris, it's so good to see you.  How long has it been since we last
spoke?"  He said.

"Well, Ben, it was last Christmas when you came down for our party.  Let me
introduce my two grandsons to you.  This is Keith and this is Glenn.  They
are staying with us for a little while before going back to school.  Keith
is studying mechanical engineering at Georgia Tech and Glenn has yet to
decide which school he is going to attend.  Boys this is my friend, Ben
Sorenson," Grandpa said.

Ben reached out and shook hands with both of us.  He looked at Keith and
said, "So you're studying at Georgia Tech?"

"Yes, sir," Keith said.

"Good, Georgia Tech has a good program there.  Have you thought of working
an internship with us?"

"No, I haven't, but I think it would great!" Keith said.

"Well, send me your resume and I'll see what I can do about that," Ben
said.

We followed Ben into the museum where the tour started.  We passed the next
tour group and headed directly into the plant.

"You are getting a special tour today," Ben said.  "Those folks are taking
the normal tour.  Nothing but the best for you, Chris!"

Ben took us around the plant showing us the usual tour but sometimes taking
detours to other areas of the plant showing us everything.  Ben's
enthusiasm was contagious.  As he explained how they made their cars, his
face seemed to glow and he used his hands to help him express his thoughts.
He made the whole process seem like magic.  Keith and I were sad when it
was time to go.  We really enjoyed listening to Ben.

As Ben walked us out to our waiting Porsches, he reached over and squeezed
Keith's shoulder, "Make sure you get me that resume young man.  I'm sure I
can arrange for you to spend some time working with us here at the plant."

We climbed back into the glorious little cars and sped back onto the
freeway to finish the drive to Keith's parents' house.