The Journey To HR, Part 84!

It WAS Herbie!

It responded to me by opening it’s front hood.

I climbed inside.

There came that whooshing sound again.

The hood opened a bit and I peered out.

We were in a race!

It was exciting!

We won!

I climbed out and accepted the trophy.

Herbie squirted oil on the crowd that admired me and the trophy.

We laughed.

Whooshing.

The front hood opened again and I jumped in.

Again.

This time when I peered out of the slightly opened hood.

We were in an old firehouse.

Outside, the building was surrounded by demolition equipment.

Herbie tooted its horn and the demotion equipment was demolished by other VW Beetles.

I climbed out and accepted another trophy.

More oil was squirted.

We all laughed again.

Whooshing.

I jumped in.

When I looked out, we were in Monte Carlo.

Another race.
Of course we won.

Another trophy.

More squirted oil.

I got bored.

Grabbed a gun from a local gendarme and shot Herbie dead.

Whooshing……………..