Heroic Journey

Heroic Journey
Virginia Sartre is a very strong willed woman. She is a super model but she is also a mechanic. She has super strength and knows all there is to know about every make and model of vehicle in the world. But she has one serious problem. She ALWAYS has to be right. Anny her dog that is always by her side and protects her from danger that she doesn’t see first. One day she is watching the news and she sees that a giant 1985 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, called “The Beast” is terrorizing and killing innocent people. She realizes that see needs to disable that car and save the world. She truly didn’t want to leave her home in a little town called Troy, Montana. That was a huge step for her. So she packed her bag and set out for New York City, the last know place of the beast. When she gets there, there are only 80 people still alive. She is stunned but asks one of the survivors where the car had gone. She told Virginia that she saw it heading south. So south she went.

She headed into Edison, New York. She could see tire tracks now. They were monstrous! They where 12ft wide!!! She knew she had a big challenge in front of her. So as she went further and further into more unfamiliar territory she was growing more and more scared. She was getting close now. The tire tracks were fresher. She also smelled exhaust, a rotten smell of burnt oil and gas. She thought to her self. “Sometime it has to run out of gas.” But she was wrong. The Beast had an endless supply.

She could see it ahead of her now. It was huge! It was at least 60’ tall. And 60’ wide! She grew very scared now. But she knew she was the only one that could stop the monstrous car. As she watched it she thought. “How could I disable it?” She comes up with the idea of laying down rebar in the next town it was headed to. So she jumps in her 1969 Chevy El Camino that she was SO proud of, because she restored it from a rust bucket and dropped a 454 in it, and headed to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. She began laying down concrete then strategically putting 7ft tall rebar in it. She knew this would go through its tires. So she waited as she heard its engine romping toward her. He hit it! And it did, it popped the front tires, then the back. She was so excited. She jumped in the air and let out a big “WOOP!!” But just as she did the tires started too inflated again. She was so frustrated. “How could that be?!?!?” she yelled. Just then The Beast started after her. She panicked jumped in her El Camino and put the foot to the floor. She needed to get it out of the town. She drove toward the ocean. She knew she could beat him there. So as she drove and he was close behind she thought “Ha ha. You have no idea what I have up my sleeve.”

When she finally reached the coast she flipped a switch on her dash. It made is so the engine could run under water. She drove straight into the water. Stupid as The Beast was it followed her. She kept going until she heard the engine of The Beast suddenly stop. She stopped her car and looked behind her. It was “dead in the water” as her grandfather always said. She giggled to her self. She had defeated him.

Just then she realized that she had defeated him not with brawn but with brains. She learned that even though she knows more than any other human being on earth with cars she didn’t have to use that intelligence. She used something that any other average Joe would know, cars don’t run under water. She also learned she wasn’t always right. She thought that the rebar would take care of The Beast, but it didn’t.

She then returned to land. Got a chain and pulled the Beast out of the salty ocean, never to run again. She knew what she was going to do with it. She pulled it all the way back to her Montana home. Everyone was so happy to see her with The Beast pulling behind her. She was a new woman, she was not so bull headed, she believed now that she wasn’t always right. That other people had good ideas. She was ready to listen and have people help her in her work.

She pulled it up to her shop and took out her tool box and started to tear it down. She gave the people of Troy the money she used when she recycled the metal she had taken off. She buried the gas tank of The Beast and hooked up a gas station to it, and everyone it town or passing through town got free gas for they would never run out. When she crawled into bed that night she knew she was a changed woman. She knew from then on that she would think and see everything and everyone in a different light.
The End