Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 12 Arrival
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The next day I took Sally out and topped her off fuel-wise. I'd had to refuel her during the trip, and had bought the most expensive high-octane available at the time. She seemed okay with that, but I wanted to ensure now that I was doing the best possible for her.
I'd done some spot research on the Internet for best fuels, and found out that their top recommendation wasn't even the most expensive. It was just in the top three. And it was available only a few miles from my house.
Then I took the long way around to work.
Rather than finding work a chore, I discovered a new energy for it now. In fact, I was realizing I had a sudden new energy for life overall. Having something in my life I'd wanted so badly from the first moment they'd released that model — and that I never expected to actually even drive in a million years — changed everything. And to have the very best one (in my own not so humble opinion, I freely admit) made in her model year, only made it better. The envious glances I was getting from co-workers didn't hurt either, although anyone shallow enough be impressed by the car I drive doesn't interest me otherwise.
I savored the building anticipation of the drive home, knowing that this enforced waiting only made the eventual satisfaction even sweeter. And it did!
But once I was home the house seemed a cold and empty place, since Sally herself was still out in the garage.
That was easily solved. There was plenty of room for my easy chair and a reading light. And she didn't seem to mind at all if I seemingly ignored her a while in exchange for a good book — as long as I was there keeping her company. I could share the good parts of what I'd just read with her afterwards.
Okay, this all sounds totally nuts. I'll be the first to admit it. One shouldn't deny the obvious. In my defense I'll only say two things.
First, if you spend any time along The Highway in person, you'll soon realize just how limited your previous thinking about things has been.
If you don't believe me, try it yourself. I'll guarantee you that no one who spends even a week watching what goes on there would find anything at all strange about me now. I'll even pay for your trip if you don't come back changed by your experience. I just didn't realize until now what those visits had done for me. Now I understand why some people make The Highway their whole life.
And secondly, I saw a movie very recently that showed me that this is completely possible — if you accept one small premise. That premise is simply that what we can imagine here, can actually be happening somewhere else out there. After all, the multiverse truly is A Really Big Place.
Up rolled Sally's identical twin sister, except she wasn't quite identical. "This is Mirabelle," Sally announced proudly. While I could see the family resemblance in their identical model and year, and especially in the eyes, Mirabelle was flashier than Sally's restrained elegance. While she has the same clean lines, you just can't ignore her metallic candy apple red paint, aftermarket chrome wheels, and — dare I say — substantially enhanced pinstriping. Nor the slightly throatier...
As I said, I sit away from the regulars, who tend to congregate nearer the further end, closer to the dirt parking lot everyone uses. I sit either in my own folding chair that I brought, or on some abandoned bleachers on the south side near the east end among people more like me. Now out of nowhere here comes this flawless powder blue 2002 Porsche 911 coasting along in neutral slowly down the middle of The Highway. I couldn't see anyone inside driving her — a car like this has to be a Her —...
Time for a moment of Truth — and that's Truth with the big "T". I had let my enthusiasm overrun my good sense. Another Truth is that I really knew better. In fact, I'd really known better right from the beginning. That's why I'd tried so hard to find this car's true owner. I would have given her over in an instant to anyone who could show a valid claim. The intoxication came afterwards. Now I had the hangover. My conscience ached. Whether or not this was even the Sally I envisioned,...
We made it with time to spare. Of course this was partly because of some wild — safe, but wild — driving down the Interstates. No doubt that this car loves the open highway every bit as much as the twistiest little backwoods road. We zoomed around and through trucking convoys, while I turned down every offer to race outright that we encountered. Not that I was worried about losing. Sally can top a hundred and eighty, and was more than willing to show it. I, on the other hand, decreed that...
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I awoke the next morning with the manual lying on my chest. I'd slept better than I could remember doing in a long time now. "Good morning, Sally," I said brightly as I stepped out into the clear morning light. "By now I'd say I know all of your secrets," I commented, slipping her owner's manual and other papers back into the otherwise empty glove box. After moment's reflection I added, "But I'll bet, in truth, that I don't know any of them at all yet." The danger in talking to...
I didn't head back home. The Map told me I still had eight days to get Sally back to The Highway, and I wanted her to see a few sights I really like before she left me. I headed us west into the Golden State, and then north to Yosemite. A week earlier I'd burned some mix CD's of driving music. I started out with East Bound and Down, my favorite drive-fast song, along with Wild Thing, which I remember from a movie where at trucker played it as he cleared out a bridge of blocking...
It was dark when I arrived home. The last of many wonderful things had happened thirty minutes earlier when I'd reached down to adjust the radio one final time. I'd traveled across several broadcast footprints on this trip, and knew precisely where this out-of-town station would soon fade. Of course I know my local stations best. I just needed to skip past two other stations to get to another one worth my ears. The first station up the dial is news/talk, which I like when I want content...
For a car I've already given the best fuel, I now needed to find her the best mechanic. But how to find him? Of course — the Internet! I looked up the local Porsche Car Club and got the telephone number of its president. If anybody would know... "Hello. I'm a new owner of a 2002 911..." "You've got the 'Sally car', don't you?" came the excited reply. "Yes," I replied cautiously. "Oh my God! We've been waiting for you to call. Everyone in the club has seen you around...
I'd started out wanting to experience some fantasies that I never believed could happen - and have done exactly that. I started out believing I would return home afterwards. Who, after all, gives up their home? But along the way I've changed. I wasn't the person who had arrived here weeks - or is it months ago now? Here I now have a family, job, friends, and new roots. I guess somehow those Zansasi know even more than we give them credit for. My map back home remained blank long enough...
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Although by now my life was everything I could have ever wished it to be, the Map for my return journey continued to stubbornly remain blank. Given that I still had some time available here, I realized there is one more fantasy I wanted to try out. Darci and Jeannie said they'd like to fully explore Toyland before we left. "Go for it," I told them, since it was unlikely we'd ever return again once we departed. Most Highway travelers only make one trip in their lives. I don't have...
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"I have a request," Darci said gravely. "Anything," I quickly answered, meaning it. "I better tell you what it is first." "Go ahead," I replied, catching her serious mood. "I have a new friend I'd like you to meet," Darci told me. "She has a problem that I feel you can help out with." "Sure," I replied. "Shall we go now?" "It's a bit more than that," Darci continued. "I really can't go with you or be part of this. In fact, I want you to put me in the...
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