Again?
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9
Wendy waved the paper in front of my eyes. It was between me and my coffee cup so I scowled but read it. She had the attention getter underlined in red so it was easy to find.
The ad, hidden in the back pages of the Match, read, For sale: Toyota Celica Twincam Group B, wrecked. Cheap. There was a Paris phone number and nothing else
I knew the engine; 128 cubic inches, twin cam, 8 valve, turbo, factory rated at 385 horsepower ... and we all know how low factory horsepower ratings are.
Otherwise I knew it was a rear wheel drive that competed against 4 wheel drive cars in group B. And that was pretty much it.
What I didn't know I was going to find out ... because I called. The listed number was a switchboard. The owner was some kind of Saudi prince and he was home ... in Saudi. But the operator connected the two of us. British upper class English.
He told me the car was in a garage in Pussy and I had no idea.
So he told me; It's close to Geneva, he said, Pussy is a small village in the commune of La Léchère in the Savoie département of France. It is situated on the eastern slope of Mont Bellachat above the left bank of the Isère, 9 km northwest of Moûtiers.
And, naturally I wanted to know how it got there and he informed me that it was more or less right where he had wrecked it.
"The Monte Carlo doesn't race there," I said.
"My co got lost and I got mad," he explained.
"How much?" I asked. "Pig in a poke."
"You need to look at it," he said.
"Nope," I said.
"As is, where is?" he asked.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.