Beetus, Harleys, The Shelby

My best friend's name is Beetus. Not his real name, we just always called him that. I have no idea where it came from, probably Bicky. That's not his real name either, we just always called him that. Beetus has a pool behind his house, he's got one of those automatic pool cleaning robot things. He calls that "The Bicky", don't know why. I've had other friends along the way, Beetus and me always stayed tight. Years have gone by without contact, not lately. We talk on the phone, laugh our asses off, act stupid. Sometimes you have to act stupid, it's important. Beetus has a big heart.

We both like old Harleys, I've had a few, not anymore but back in the day. Beetus had this really hot car, a Shelby. Has to be twenty-five years ago, probably more, when we flew that car. We were camping, a bunch of us were. Me and Beetus got elected to make a beer run, he drove. On our way back we ended up airborne coming off the top of a short steep hill. At the bottom was a ninety degree right turn, if you missed the turn you would fly off a cliff into a river. We hit the turn, just. Beetus cut the wheels in the air, when the car landed it shot to the right like a carnival ride. It was close, it was intense, it was one of those moments that stays with you forever. A few weeks later, upon exiting a bar, me and another guy got into a fight over who got shotgun in the Shelby. It wasn't really a fight, more like a drunken restling match while laughing our asses off. End result, passenger side window got busted out on the Shelby. Beetus was pissed, we had to pay for the window. Cost us a hundred bucks each. That Shelby was a nice car.

Hey Tommy, I told you about Beetus. Yeah I did, remember? You said it sounded like a guy you knew from your hometown.

Someday me and Beetus are going to do another road trip. Don't think we will fly any cars but we might go fishing, someday.