Flying cars require a new way of viewing the world
Sequester Via Vimana 3000
Fuel leaked onto his hand. He felt the cool evaporation of ethanol quiver quickly along his arm hair. He trembled pouring the reserve tank and tiny "ping ping pings" emanated from the intake. The old man raked his other hand through his long grey hair. He watched as the sun danced along the last vista of trees on the horizon.
He knew it would be dark soon, he would need to find camp.
With the last few drops of ethanol in the tank, the old man reached into the driver's side of his blood red vehicle. With a quick twist of a chrome key the engine hummed to life. Inside, the old man turned on the control lights and the inside lit up like a Main Street Theatre. The Vimana spoke to him, "Bodaway, may I have your destination?"
The sultry voice was that of Susan Sarandon selected by Bodaway himself. "I need a place to camp, is there a secluded place nearby, where I won't get shot."
Her reply came back, "Searching...camp...secluded...negating firearms..."
"There is a clearing in a woods 2.4 miles from here, should I plot a course and engage jets?" continued the voice.
Bodaway scratched his beard, "Engage jets, quiet mode."
The technological wonder whirred anthropomorphically as though it too were excited by a vertical climb.
With that, where there were normally four rubber tires on an automobile, Bodaway's Vimana had four jet engines all powered by ethanol. The engines roared to life. They vibrated with an uncanny resonance like hummingbirds wings. The harmonics of all four engines aligned always sounded like the root beer voice of singer Sam Cooke to the old man.
Bodaway pulled the door closed and flipped the over-ride toggle on the steering wheel. "Susan, maintain altitude 100 feet, unless you see big trees, than higher."
"Done." Rang the voice of the Vimana.
The sounds of the air being pushed through the turbines was buffered by moving spoilers. The Vimana rose into the air, the stars racing towards Bodaway's face, subterfuge for the short distance ascended. The technological wonder whirred anthropomorphically as though it too were excited by a vertical climb. Bodaway recalled his concierge from a week ago, "Here sir, are the keys to your Vimana 3000. Take care not to get in anyone's trail!"
That was that. After a week of sailing through the air like a flying squirrel, Bodaway was not content to return this machine. He was having a philosophical meltdown. He was never supposed to get invited to this island. He was here as a favor from an old friend, and yet, to have this vehicle on the mainland! Minus dodging a few antique wires, he would be a sensation! This secret should be told!
Bodaway guided his Vimana 3000 to the clearing posited by the angelic Susan Sarandon voice. He raced past woods, and a few dilapitaed farm outbuildings. The Vimana raced up and down honing in on the shifts in geography and racing along every curve and hill. The machine glided along effortlessly. When a large Douglas Fur hidden in the black of the shadow of the sunset came into view, Bodaway laughed as the intelligent navigator bounced his suspended travail like a floating marshmellow in hot chocolate. The sensation of being shot up and then down again all with a smooth, winding grace was intoxicating.
The vehicle touched down on the grass with shivering, pulsing breathes of air. The ship had landed. The lights went out.
Vimana 3000 Flying Cars Are Coming
Bodaway laughed as a shooting star exploded off in the distance.
The old man pulled out his sleeping bag and began walking around his soon to be camp, gathering dead wood for a fire. He pulled out the last of the bison jerky he had made two nights before, and began the long arduous task of chewing the fibers down to a saliva soup for one. He reached back into the Vimana, and found the remainder of his Irish Whiskey. He poured himself a cup, and lit his bonfire.
The flames reflected off of the Vimana 3000. The simplicity of it's design, the organic look of its curves, made it compliment the wiry arms of the oak tree behind it. Bodaway laughed as a shooting star exploded off in the distance.
The old man curled up inside his blankets and watched as the last of the embers of his fire danced around. Black then white then orange then red then black again. Dancing and dancing, popping and hissing, singing softly, whispering really, secrets of the universe. Bodaway fell asleep there, with the last of the bonfire smoke irritating his nose hairs. He burped and rolled over. As he drifted off to sleep, a dream of his arrival came into his consciouness.
"To get to the island, one had to know people, and one needed an ability to row, silently as a waterbug." Bodaway's friend Nico smiled coyly, as he walked him to the back of his shed. He pointed to a black canoe, and then handed him a double-ended black-dyed oar. "I made this for you, it's the only way to get there."
Bodaway reached out and grabbed the oar from his friend. "Thank you Nico, I'll do it."
With that Bodaway was gone. In a rush of memory and dream he found himself at the crest of a huge wave, looking down ready to crash into pure, dark void. The waves tossed the canoe until lightening and thunder felt like reprieve. The canoe survived that wave, and the next, and a maybe a thousand more. Then the sea was done shaking the old man, and the island was near. He rowed now, silently, he rowed more, even quieter. Now he was the water bug. Now he would see what Nico raved about, the flying machine, this Vimana 3000!
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Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on November 10, 2010:
I appreciate your critique blackmarx, therein lies the danger of first-drafting online! I agree with your observation and I'll make some changes, along with a few others. Thanks for the encouragement for a book. I have a nonfiction work that I've been wading through too.
Thanks for the accolade man.
blackmarx from Cameron, WIsconsin on November 07, 2010:
I like it! I defiantly think you should make it into a book.
The only thing that bothered me while reading was the continued use of 'the old man' maybe try to reference him using different wording. for example "the old man turned on the control lights" could read like this "his aged leathery hand flipped the control light switch".
Keep up the great work, you are in my top ten hubbers. I am always excited to read what the Zoltak is hubbin.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 31, 2010:
Red, black or blue De Greek? I'll place your order!
De Greek from UK on October 27, 2010:
Sign me up for one of those :-))
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 20, 2010:
Thanks stars! That first image is an oil painting I created years ago in college when I thought I was going to be the next BIG artist...ah well, maybe someday.
stars439 from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. on October 20, 2010:
Great Hub. Great Photography. God Bless You.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 19, 2010:
Hey thanks Niteriter, it's so good to see you again. I hear you loud and clear about life and the occasional tedium trail, I've walked that dusty path one too many times myself. Take solace though my friend, that hubpages and I will be here when you get back.
Your comment about being out of your league cracked me up good, what do your French neighbors say, Par excellance? I'm not sure, but I like the way French women say things anyway.
Hope Jupiter and the Moon are shining on your part of Canada tonight bud.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 18, 2010:
JBeadle, the deadpan of your comment cracked me up for days, haha, loved it. I wonder if he'll give the car back?
Niteriter from Canada on October 17, 2010:
Nice work, Ben. I was way out of my league here until you got to bison jerky, Irish whiskey, and a bonfire. I'm still living my life on the Tedium Trail, you see.
Nevertheless, somewhere in the Universe L. Ron Hubbard is ruminating on your future in the organization. Too many of your own tracts are showing up in the literature packets!
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 14, 2010:
Interesting Patty...I researched the jet pack a few years ago and there seemed to be a physics snag involving fuel weight versus time aloft, and the problem of pack failure. Curious if they've resolved those issues? This story line is one I've been batting around in the old noggin for some time so expect pages...
I will see you Miss English, in the air.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 14, 2010:
JannyC I am honored to be included in your group! I know what you mean about time, it comes in slots and starts it seems. Your Techno Fiction or is it? Quote has had me smiling all day, thanks.
J Beadle from Wisconsin on October 14, 2010:
He's going to get in trouble if he doesn't give that car back! A very nice read.
Patty Inglish MS from USA and Asgardia, the First Space Nation on October 14, 2010:
I would enjoy having a flying car. Did you hear that the jet pack is finally to be marketed? - too expensive previously, supposedly. I think I want a flying car instead. Rated up and shared! and bookmarked
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 13, 2010:
Thanks Steveo! Your name comes up whenever my wife and I talk about appliances!
Thanks for following my writing I really appreciate it!
JannyC on October 12, 2010:
Gotten some free time to catch up on my fave hubbers. This was like techno fiction....or is it? Oooooo
SteveoMc from Pacific NorthWest on October 12, 2010:
Glad to see you again, always enjoy your writing.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 11, 2010:
Thanks Mr. McCoy, I needed your vote of confidence. Fiction isn't something that comes as easy as it did when I was younger at heart. Here's to trillions for your great grandkids and my own!
J. McCoy from CA (originally) on October 11, 2010:
I love it. Why not make it a fiction series? If you don't end up liking it, you can leave it in the attic. Then, long after you're famous, your great grandkids find it and make trillions (adjusted for inflation of course) selling it as an unpublished work.
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 10, 2010:
Thanks Mike, I know what you mean. I have been pleasantly surprised to find however, that unlike the rocket pack I've been patiently waiting for, there have been serious advances in flying car technology and also parachute technology. I've been thinking of making this my first fiction series...but can't decide if it's viable? Penny for your thought bubble?
Mike Lickteig from Lawrence KS USA on October 09, 2010:
Your writing skills truly came into play here, Ben. This was a fascinating little tale. I will confess that I hoped to be driving a flying car by now. In a lot of ways, technology has not advanced as much as dreamers like me had hoped. Remember 'Lost in Space' from 60's television? That show was set in the far distant future of 1997. Here we are, 13 years later and there are no space ships, robots, laser pistols or anything else.
If I wanted a flying car, I wonder how much I could get for my Mitsubishi on a trade-in???
Ben Zoltak (author) from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA on October 08, 2010:
Thank you Zobenia, I am enamored with your adulation. Had several GI Joe guys as a matter of fact. My favorite was named Clutch, haha.
Thanks lady friend,
zobeniajefferson on October 07, 2010:
Wow Ben you really are a bit out there. I love that. Did you have a Gi Joe when you were a boy. I bet it could fly as well. You are so adorable.........