The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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A large, white Dogo Argentino stood up on its hind legs fiercely choked by the metal chain. ‘Wa-wa-wa-rrrr,’ the dog flayed spit in rage driven to tear Mona down to the elemental fibers of her flesh. A Dogo Arentino is a new super athletic Argentinian dog bread that is bread to kill bears and mountain lions. They are very large, heavily muscled, a 100 lbs. package of terror. She was used to those neighborhood dogs. The price of living in a poor Pomona neighborhood was the need for a residential defense system. Cholos put their entire savings into buying a mean pup out of the trunk of an El Camino. Their biggest pride was walking Oscar: They’d walk wide legged and leaning back nearly 45 degrees because they made Oscar tear forward with all its might.
The summer sun was beating down on the Inland Empire at an excess of 100 degrees. Mona was glad to walk into the shade of the garage. The skin had a cool, even wet sensation. The dust stood in the air. Her nose closed up a little bit. She threw the empty orange nets from selling oranges at the Rio Rancho on ramp to the 71 on the floor. The white 90′ Camry, El Rosa Doble, was on blocks. She kicked the pair of brown Caterpillar boots underneath El Rosa Doble with her Hawaiian motif Roxy flip flops.
‘Whatchadoin, Bradley?’
‘Just changing oil.’
Mona patted her skirt to her thigh and slipped under El Rosa Doble. Latex gloved Bradley was swiveling a wide bone wrench to loosen a nut. They lay side by side under the pipes, plates, and axle that made up the dirty, gray underbody. Mona searched YouTube on her Android and found the Yale online class: ‘Introduction to listening to music.’ The bolt popped off and dropped with a plop into the plastic pan. Black oil shot after it.
‘What are we watching?’ asked Bradley. He turned around, snuggled into the side of Mona, and looked up at the Android beneath the engine block. Freddy, the red, bushy cat, came running and discourteously ran across Mona’s thighs. All Freddy was thinking about was that spot between the human bellies. That’s where Freddy loved to curl. He’d press his paws against their bellies unless he had made enough space to completely sink into the gap between them and purr with such gusto that his whole body vibrated. He’d loved that ever since Bradley, as a teenager, had gotten Freddy.
‘You know that I applied to an MBA at Yale! I’ll be gone. You should apply for a graduate degree as well. You are smart!’ said Mona.
‘I love cars. I’ve always loved cars. Hector has a job for me at the shop,’ answered Bradley. When he saw the silent trying in her eyes, he added, ‘When you are done, you can come back and run the shop. Heck, with your brain, we may open a second location.’
‘Sometimes, I don’t want to leave this. I love how familiar everything feels here under the car with you. We’ve spent so much time together under cars. If I leave, leaving this will be like leaving part of myself.’
She turned to the side to kiss him tenderly. Freddy hissed jealously. The Yale music instructor eagerly waved a symphony with one hand and pointed with the other at a whiteboard. Bradley closed his eyes and put his tongue forth. Mona pulled back and playfully slapped him on the shoulder. The last drop of oil hanging from the oil pan said, ‘I’m gonna Bogart that joint!’
‘One day,’ Bradley’s lips smiled to charm Mona, and his eyes were pulling back the frustration to hide deeply inside of himself.
Bradley yelled upstairs, ‘Pop-pop, I’m gonna take El Rosa Doble for a test drive. Don’t stay up for me!’
Mona whispered into Bradley’s ear, ‘He still buys that lie after all these years? You should get your own place. We could do more things together. I could also sleep over.’
Bradley turned the ignition key. The engine hummed the sound of a beautifully tuned V6. Mona felt the vibration of the V6 in her body because the shock absorbers were worn. That tingling massage was her spa retreat. El Rosa Doble left their predominantly Mexican neighborhood behind as she pulled onto the 60. She was happiest when she was doing 90 drafting bumper-to-bumper behind another car, leaving ordinary life and drivers in her wake.
Mona reached for her backpack on the backseat. She pulled her skirt down and left it on the mud mat. She slipped on a satin black skirt that barely covered her butt. She slipped her t-shirt off to pull a tight top on that only covered her chest and exposed her midriff. She lifted her boobs in the bra to show more cleavage. She twisted her black, Asian hair into an artistic bun with two chopsticks. A strong, white foundation gave her face flawless skin. The shadow in the corner above her eyes gave her eyes a more Caucasian look.
Around sunset, they drove into the mountains behind Moreno Valley. The 60 turned into a fluidly curved two-lane tarmac cutting through the mountains. Bradley exited onto Timothy Lane, a little street with only a simply stop sign to the freeway in the middle of the mountains. Slowing down was dangerous as cars were speeding and big rigs blasted through tight freeway turns. A construction worker with a red stop sign stood in front of a concrete barrier.
‘Sorry pal. This road is closed for construction. Turn around!’
‘The code is handcestors,’ replied Bradley.
‘Okay. Spectators have to park all the way in the back of Mc Gehee Drive.’
Bradley drove around the concrete barrier through the desert dirt. Right on Mc Gehee Drive were all the drivers with shiny cars, booming stereos, and hot girls sitting on their roof. The crowd stood around the opened hoods to inspect the engine. Left on Mc Gehee Drive were the beaters and family vans. The crowd was streaming past El Rosa Doble, while she drove at walking pace to the end of Mc Gehee Drive. There were two classes among the spectators. There were the regular Joes in oversized, unicolored t-shirts, and there were the scene people dressed up to put any line in front of a Hollywood Club to shame. Mona aspired to the later. Though, her clothes spoke that she had simply picked up the sexiest outfit at Forever 21 rather than could afford the real stuff.
The two walked through the crowd. The smell of fresh tacos and sausages came from vendors with little carts who stored the raw ingredients in plastic shopping bags. They reached the edge of the 60 with a hundred other spectators who raucously yelled and laughed. The first race of the night was about to start. A big rig was earth moving equipment on the truck bed pulled onto the freeway and cut both lanes off. A heavy set dude with a bandana on the head, a collared shirt (only the top most button closed), and only one pant leg pulled up, stepped out of the cabin. He sat down on the truck bed like he was going to chill. The first car, a red Civic whoopty, honked in anger. The man made a threatening gesture with his hand. The driver kicked his door open and ran away as fast as he could. The man on the truck bed told his partner with a smile: ‘Gotta love white people!’
The first two cars pulled up on the empty section of the freeway: A pink Lexus with a giant spoiler and a candy-colored Subaru with blue lighting underneath that made it look like a spaceship. Eight more cars lined up. Drivers had serious faces visible through the tiny opening of the helmets. Their cheeks were squished together by the padding in the helmet. A four-point harness strapped them in tight.
Edward stepped in front of the cars. He had grown up in Senegal and moved here from Manhattan. The combination of exotic mystic and cool sophistication made him an endearing creature to watch. At 6′ 5′, he was skinnier than many of the women. He was wearing leather hot shorts that showed ample skin – black, smooth luxury carved by muscular definition. While skinny, all the muscles on his body showed their heads. He was wearing a black hat with purple highlights that could only be described as hot couture. He pointed the flag at one driver after the next to collect the grim nods to
his question of ‘Are your ready?’ He waved both flags high in the air in circles. ‘On my mark!’ The drivers loaded up the engines with RPMs. The rumbling and prancing of the cars was intense.
He pulled the flags down in a decisive motion. The drivers let the first gear drop into the already raging engines. Cars tuned for less 0 to 60 mph in less than 4 seconds shot forward. The skinny Edward seemed fragile in between the cars that shot past him within inches. The air draft of the high speed pulled Edward into different directions out of his own control. Just when the crowd was breathless about him being sucked into the wake of a car, he collapsed himself over his knees. He held onto himself in a posture that was like that of the Terminator after the Terminator was transported back in time. Edward looked like a Museum statue. No wonder, he was the man crush of most of the guys.
‘Today is the day. I’m going to race,’ said Bradley.
‘I always thought you were only talking about your plan. That’s insane! Do you really think it could work?’ asked Mona.
‘I’ve done the numbers over and over. If you are going to Yale, I’m going to follow my destiny,’ said Bradley sternly. She knew that he was stern because he was trying to quiet the doubting voice inside of his head. So, she kept her hesitation to herself to quietly support him.
They walked back to Mc Gehee Drive. They walked past the other drivers showing their cars. At the end was Eric. The night blue BMW G12 had green LED lights installed in the engine. Organic LED covered the entire body of the car. Light was running all over the body. The light appeared as bright blue snowflakes that rushed over the hood, roof, and trunk. A group of three girls was mingling on his roof. They had lanky super model bodies. The white girl had reddish makeup that made her look like something out of a stylist vampire movie. The black girl had only a strip of electrical tape over her areolas. The Latina had surgically enhanced boobs that were eye-droppingly large and well-shaped. Eric stood proudly in an albino leopard fur coat with only his manicured pecs and slacks. He was wearing oversized bug sunglasses at night.
‘I want to race tonight,’ said Bradley.
‘Okay, no problem. Give Bud, your 10G,’ said Eric.
‘I don’t have 10G. You let Lou prove himself without paying as well,’ said Bradley.
‘Oh, Lou made a wager and paid a dear price. I’ll let you race if you bet what you love the most in your life,’ said Eric.
‘You are going to get Freddy if I lose,’ said Bradley.
‘Ha, no! I want her,’ Eric pointed at Mona. ‘One night with her if you lose.’
‘Hey, she’s a person. She isn’t property!’ yelled Bradley with bitter tears in his eyes.
‘No, I’ll do it. When Bradley wins, we are going to take your G12 as your side of the wager,’ interjected Mona.
‘I’ll take the last race before sunset to prep El Rosa Doble!’ said Bradley.
Bradley pulled Mona by the hand, ‘We gotta go! I barely have enough time to modify her!’ They ran back to El Rosa Doble all the way on the other side of the night scene. Mona served Bradley the tools. Bradley worked furiously. First, he took of the California emission controls. There were lots of little pipes and connectors that he took out. Then he removed the cooling system. Because he also removed the hood, he could avoid the power draw of the cooling system on the engine. The exhaust system was removed as well to reduce backpressure on the engine. Then, he lowered the weight further by removing, the back seat, passenger seat, doors, spare tire, trunk, and dashboard. When the sun came up, all that was left was the engine in the metal frame of the car, a single seat, the steering wheel and the stick shift. Everything else had been stripped to improve the weight to power ratio. The V6 puffed loudly without muffling but with the rage of a Dogo Argentino.
When El Rosa Doble and the G12 pulled onto the freeway, the red glimmery glory of sunrise was brooding underneath the horizon. Edward walked his lanky legs like a model on a boardwalk to the center of the road.
‘Hey Mona, do you want a ride? You could watch Bradley lose in my rearview mirror. He doesn’t seem to have a seat for you. I have plenty of horse powers to win with you,’ yelled Eric across the engines.
Mona saw the pain in the eyes of Bradley at the worry that she might ride with Eric. ‘Yeah, watching Bradley’s tail light for the whole race is going to bore me to death! Thanks but no thanks!’
Edward raised the flags, ‘On my mark! MARK!’ The G12 easily took the lead with its horse powers. Within two seconds both cars approached the first turn. The G12’s back lit up red when Eric hit the brakes hard to slow down for the turn. El Rosa Doble shot into the turn at full speed. The tires left a black mark the entire curve of the turn. She slid all the way from the left emergency parking lane to the right emergency parking lane. The right mirror hit the rock wall. The mirror exploded into a puff of plastic, metal and silver parts. A car length in the lead, El Rosa Doble disappeared out of view into the mountains.
The ten minutes of quiet were tense for Mona. She rubbed her finger tips together searching for headlights moving in the reflection of the mountains. The rising sun made it hard to detect such a faint sign. The roar of engines was the first sing. There were still two engines audible. That meant that Bradley actually had a shot with his strategy. The crowd started cheering. The two cars shot around the turn at 140 mph. The engine of El Rosa Doble as glowing red from the uncooled heat. Flames were shooting out of the bottom of the engine were the exhaust had been removed. The bumpers were side by side.
Eric turned off the lights to squeeze out the light bit of power to get the edge. Bradley threw the steering wheel out of the car because the last bit was a straightaway. El Rosa Doble edged a little ahead of the G12. Eric threw his coat and glasses out of the window. The G12 gained that inch back for a nose to nose race. Both cars hit the break to avoid slamming into the big rig. Eric hit it a little less. He gained an inch. He crossed the finish line first. He turned the steering wheel to avoid the rig by driving into the ditch. Bradley stopped within an inch of the big rig.
The crowd was feverish discussing the most exciting race of the night. Eric’s tires spun in the dirt. A tow truck drove up to help him. Bradley turned off the engine, ran to stand over it, pee down on it. The urine evaporated with a hiss! ‘Help! Help! She’s gonna seize up any moment!’ Mona ran as hard as she could to squat over the engine and let loose. Spectators threw Bradley half empty water and soda bottles. He poured them over the hissing monster as fast as he could. That damn water only came out in slow gulps through the thin bottle opening. Three guys lined up to pee in a big arc on the engine. It’s heartwarming when the community comes together. Slowly, the red glow turned blackened metallic.
(Note: Don’t do that with a VW engine block. The particular metal, fire, and water reacts in a violent way. The author has tried this for you, so you don’t have to.)
The whoop-whoop of the 5-0 echoed through the mountains. Panic broke and a stampede broke out. Big, heavy dudes that one would have never expected running ran. Little Mexican girls fiercely punched their way through the crowd. The taco stand was thrown over. The owner ran with a bundle of money in the fist. A Bronco truck ignored the road and drive straight through a bush. People jumped into any car that seemed to be moving. Benevolent people rolled the windows down to allow bodies to jump in. The two lane freeway got clocked with five lanes of cars urgently driving away bumper to bumper.
‘Get into Eric’s car,’ yelled Bradley. ‘Get out of here!’
So, she did. She ran over to the G12, which had just been pulled out of the sand. Eric’s posse was waiting to get in. Mona paused a little unsur
e.
‘Can I get in? Can we start the night right now? I’ll stay the day and the night. Just give me a ride!’ begged Mona.
‘Get in already!’ yelled Eric.
Mona ended up in between the white movie model and the black electric tape girl. They were four girls total in the back. Their bodies were pressed against each other. With all the bare skin, she could feel their warmth, sweat, and stickiness from the night. Mona didn’t like feeling them so closely, smelling them. She tried to pull to herself as best as she could.
The white girl said, ‘You think you are better than us! I can see the disgust on your face. You think we are bimbos. I’m a researcher at RAND institute. I set policy for the United States army on battling Afghani insurgents. You don’t get into that position without a PhD.’
Mona took a double look at the half naked woman. She saw that her body was sculpted by a lot of workouts. She had always thought girls like her had to spend all their money and time on beauty. GTA is what she labeled them, Gym, Tan, and Laundry – a life that entirely revolved around that. ‘How do you find the time to work on your looks?’
‘I have a personal stylist, shopper, and trainer. Success makes money. Money lets you outsource. Racing is my hobby. I ride a Ducati Panigale. It’s 390 lbs. Most women can’t handle such a heavy bike. I do because I use my smarts, not muscles,’ explained the white girl.
‘Why are you so pissed?’ asked Mona.
‘Your attitude reminds me of my mom. It always gets under my skin. My mom disowned me when I went to Yale. She said that girls don’t do that. I should be happy and not push myself so hard. Fuck her!’ said the white girl.
‘Hey, I want to apply to Yale for an MBA!’ exclaimed Mona, suddenly very curious.
‘Welcome to the Yale club. Robin went with me to Yale.’ The white girl pointed at the black girl with the electric tape. ‘She has a PhD in computer science and does facial recognition algorithms for Facebook now. I’m Charlotte by the way.’
‘Wow, this is like a Yale club! My math SAT score is only 780. I hear that they have plenty of applicants with a perfect 800 score. Do I even have a chance?’ asked Mona.
‘They do have plenty of top score applicants. More important is to stand out by writing the application essay in your personal voice. Like if you have mechanical skills, you’ll stand out among all the other Asians with perfect scores that are pushed by their parents to take more APs,’ explained Charlotte.
‘I spent a lot of times under cars with Bradley. I didn’t do any fixing. I’d do my nails, homework, and about anything lying next to him under cars. See my dad is a drunk. When he came home from work, he’d drink Jack and start smashing things. So, I went over to Bradley. He let me hang out with him. He was company,’ explained Mona.
‘I fucking hate alcoholics,’ interjected Eric. ‘My mom was a drunk. My brother and I never knew if she was going to break into a rage of anger or give us treats to make up for her guilt. I try to shake it. Yet, growing up that way has so deeply affected me. By nature, I’m always shy and timid in company. I’m always afraid that people will start attacking me. Two years of therapy and I don’t seem that way anymore to people. However in my mind, I’m still a scared little boy.’
‘The worst was on my eighteens birthday,’ said Mona. ‘My dad stopped breathing. My mom was upset and refused to call the ambulance. I had to run to the neighbors in the middle of the night and beg them to call 911. It was so embarrassing to see Ms. Julienne in her night gown. Her face was so pale in shock when her shaky hands pushed the phone buttons. Every time I see an old white person, I get flashbacks that put the fear into my bones.’
‘Yale will be really good for you,’ interjected Robin for the first time. ‘Yale is a safe place. You’ll meet wonderful people who’ll show you that there are a lot more options to life than what you grew up with. My parents wanted me to go to black college. I can’t believe that I gave it serious thought to choose a college based on color instead of academic qualifications. That I ended up in computer science is complete chance. There was a mix-up in the class reservation system that put me into an intro class to computer science. It turned out that I really liked computer and was good at it. If I hadn’t left my neighborhood in Atlanta for Yale, I would have never found out my talent for visual algorithms. I have ten patents and am only 24 years old!’
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