|Not actual car, but closest I could find.|
One night, as he was driving home, the car broke down. He pulled over to the side of the road and discovered he would need a few tools to get it running again. Since it was well after dark, it would have to sit until morning. We lived out in the country and knew the car would be safe until then.
The next morning the trip to get the car was a little delayed because we had family come in from out of town. After visiting with them for a few hours, he enlisted me to drive him out there.
We took Kyle's second vehicle. It was a large flatbed truck used to haul water. Kyle had a water hauling business. At the time, we lived in an area that did not have water lines. Everyone in the area got their water from a well. Using a well for your water supply means that you have a limited amount of water and it is possible to run out. If someone went empty they would pay Kyle to come out and refill their well.
Our visiting family members included our 6 year old cousin, Fred. He was fascinated by the large truck, so we asked him if he wanted to go for a ride. He was thrilled to get to climb up in the cab with us. We were soon on our way.
After driving a few miles, Kyle points at his car and says, "Look at that. Someone left a car on the side of the road."
Fred had never asked us where we were going and had never seen this car before. He didn't know it belonged to Kyle. He looked up over the dashboard and commented on how cool it was. I suggested we pull over to get a better look at it.
Kyle pulled his truck up in front of the Javelin and we all get out. Kyle and I watch Fred admiring the car. As Fred is looking in one of the windows, I open the side door. "Hey, look. It's unlocked."
Fred's eyes opened wide. "You can't do that."
Kyle told him, "Relax. There's no one around."
|No one for miles.|
As Kyle climbed into the car, Fred protested again, "Get out of there. The cops will get you."
I open the hood and yell, "Hey, Kyle, I think I see the problem."
Fred yells at both of us, "I want to go back. Let's leave."
Ignoring Fred's pleas, Kyle joins me at the front of the car and says, "I think I can fix this. Hey, Fred, grab those tools under the driver's seat."
Me: "Fred, the quicker we get this car going, the faster we can get out of here. Now hurry."
Fred hangs his head and slowly walks to the truck. He retrieves the tools and comes back to stand beside us. He stood there looking at the tools in his hands, contemplating whether he should be an accomplice in this crime he did not want to commit.
Kyle: "Give me the tools and go behind the truck and watch for cars."
Me: "We need you to keep watch in case someone comes."
Fred: "I don't want to. I'll wait in the truck."
Kyle: "Fred, at this point, if someone comes, we will all get busted. Now, help us out and go watch for cars."
Fred, moving slower than ever, shuffled over to the other side of the truck so he could get a clear view of the road. Kyle begins working under the hood. I assist with my limited mechanical abilities (which usually means turning the key when Kyle says to). We soon forgot about Fred out there keeping us safe.
After a few minutes, we hear Fred scream. I look up and see him come running around the corner of the truck yelling, "CAR! CAR! There's a car coming!"
Once the car got by us, Kyle and I stood up. Fred yelled, "Not yet, they could still see us. Get down!"
Once he felt it was safe, he stood up, gave us a dirty look and went back to his place behind the truck without any of us saying a word.
Kyle soon had the car started and we yelled for Fred. I hopped in the Javelin to drive it back and told Fred to get in. He said he was not getting anywhere near the car and climbed in with Kyle in the truck.
On the way back to the house, Kyle was explaining to Fred that he couldn't tell anyone about this. He had to keep his mouth shut until he repainted the car. Fred just sat there with his arms crossed and did not talk all the way back.
Back at the house, I parked the Javelin in the garage and closed the door. Kyle parked behind the house and I helped Fred out of the truck. Before going inside, we reminded him once again that he could not tell about what we had just done. He nodded his head.
We walked to the house and as soon as I opened the door, Fred bolted inside. He ran up to his mother and the little narc spilled out the whole story in one breath.
"MOM, I DIDN'T WANT TO, BUT THEY MADE ME. I GOT SCRATCHED AND WET HIDING IN A DITCH AND THE COPS ARE COMING, BUT I DIDN'T DO IT. IT WAS THEM. THEY TOLD ME NOT TO TELL AND THEN PUT IT IN THE GARAGE. I GAVE HIM A WRENCH BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT. I DIDN'T WANT TO."
When he paused to take a breath, his mother, alarmed by the excited state of her son said, "Wait, what happened?"
Fred hung his head and cried, "We stole a car."
She looked up at us. Kyle and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and went back outside.