Ferrari Talk

A quick look to the right revealed an empty walkway. A quick look to the left revealed an
empty walkway in the opposite direction. Walkway clear. I run right.

Must have run a few hundred yards and still not a sound of running feet on the walkway behind
me. A clean get away. That hasn't happened in a while. I hate going through those spells
where nothing seems to go my way. Much like a ball player in a slump you just have to adjust
and get through it. Though in my profession, a petty thief, slumps could land you in jail.

A green steel building is ahead on the left of the walkway. I slow down to examine the dark
building. A roll-up door is facing the walk, which is the north side of the building.
No lights. I stop and listen. No one at home. Moving around to the west side I notice no doors
but 4 windows above head level, one with a window air conditioner. The south side has two doors,
one a regular house type and the other another roll-up. Obviously this building is some kind of
industrial business, a weld shop or what ever. The doors are locked. Again no lights.

The building's east side is much like the west except there is a door, another house type, a
third of the way down. I walk past the door to finish my circuit around the steel structure
to complete my inspection. No sounds. No lights. No one at home. No cops. Good, I'm back
on track.

I go back to the east door thinking this is a great place to lay low for an hour or two. That
will get the heat to simmer down and I really need the rest. I don't have to see my client
till the early afternoon. I press my right ear to the door. No noise that concerns me. A fan
is moving air somewhere. No voices. No radio left on to mask other sounds. I try the door
knob. It's unlocked! Quickly I open the door and go inside and thank my lucky stars that
the hinges did not complain. I shut the door behind me and lean my back against it. I wait
for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. The windows allow just enough star and moon light through
to keep the inside from being an inky hole.

I see cars. In different stages of repair apparently. One is on stands. One is completed and
shiny. Good, a car repair shop. I find a place that appears to offer some comfort and sit
down. I'm soon asleep.

"Hey buddy. You asleep?"

I'm really sound asleep.

"HEY! BUDDY! YOU ASLEEP!"

Startled, I jump to my feet with my hands in a defensive position in front of my face frantically
trying to get my brain in gear and find where that voice is coming from. I search side to side
and behind and I see nothing! No one is here. Was I dreaming? I sit back down. My breathing
returns to normal. Wow. I gotta get a new job. I doze off again.

"Geez. Buddy. WAKE UP!"

I'm on my feet much quicker this time. Hands up. Eyes roaming. No one!

"I'm right in front of you. Bud."

In front of me is a blue, large, some kind of foreign car on jack stands with the wheels off
and a whole lot of other car parts missing as well. There is no one standing by the car.

"I'm a Ferrari. At one time I was owned by The Fonz."

Holy sheets-ka-bob! I jump back almost falling into a roll box full of tools. Did that car just
talk to me?

"You might remember that Henry Winkler played The Fonz. He and his wife bought me in France."

Dumb founded, I stare at the car, uh, Ferrari. It can't be. What was that show from my youth?
O yes, Mr. Ed, a talking horse. Did I stumble into a show somehow?

"Mr. Winkler doesn't own me anymore. Pity. That family was fun. O don't worry, you'll get
used to me talking soon. At least I hope so. Can you converse? That poor black 356 over there
to your right?" I look and see a black car, I'll take the blue car's word on it being a 356,
whatever that is. "That Porche belonged to Jay Sebring, the hairdresser that was murdered
along with Sharon Tate. I do believe he is so traumatized that he will no longer speak."

I pinch myself in desperation. I have to be asleep. That pinch hurt. Well, at least I now know
what that black 356 is. "Uh, Ferrari or Fonz er, Mr. Winkler? How?"

"How can I speak? Is that it? Haven't the slightest. I'm just a Ferrari."

I sit down again. Not sleepy anymore.