Dave loved nothing more than the bumper cars at AmusementLand. Granted, there wasn’t a lot to the park—and nothing had been added in a decade—but most people preferred The Big Coaster or Finnegan’s Flume. For Dave, though, 20 Car Pile-up couldn’t be beat.
His girlfriend, Lesly, though, preferred everything else. Maybe not the Ladybugs and other kiddie rides, and not the Stampede Rumbler because she’d been puked on twice on that, but pretty much anything else in the park suited her more than the bumper cars. Still, she rode them for Dave’s sake.
“Gonna get you, babe!” Dave was halfway across the floor from her. He mashed the gas pedal and swerved around a man with a cowboy hat and Fu-Manchu moustache.
“Come on, then,” Lesly called back. She’d learned after their second trip to AmusementLand to start out as far from him as possible. He’d spend most of the ride chasing her, maybe bump her a couple filling-rattling times, and feel he’d accomplished something.
Dave bumped a ponytailed coed in a Michigan sweatshirt.
Lesly dodged a freckle-faced kid with a buzzcut and mustardy chin.
Dave drifted around an old lady who spun freely in a circle.
Lesly made it to the outside of the automotive amoeba, turned left, and headed counter-clockwise around the other drivers.
Dave saw her, spun around, and made it to the outskirts himself. Driving clockwise, he started humming danger music and thought, “It’s only a matter of time....”
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