Lola's Progress
5/9/09
This Story, Lola's Progress, Is of Free Copyright
Chapter 1 Part 0
29/7/09
Lola 'gunned' her 'Blitzspear' Porsche 917 endurance racing car, at 230 kph, flashing past three motorcycle layabout dropout blokes, who were going as fast as their superbikes would allow, except that...
Jesus Turbo, riding a Triumph Thruxton: Bobba! That's fast!
Biffo, Yamaha LC: Let's catch up.
Topol, Laverda Jota: On what, your French?!
Biffo: I'm going for it. Engaging supercharger.
JT: Let's hit it!
The three bikers transform their machines into fire spitting demon horses, as they struggle to hold on under the high acceleration!
Chapter 1 Part 1
29/7/09
Lola, tightly bound to her 'bucket' racing seat, firmly gripped the small steering wheel of her roaring Porsche.
Her eyes flicked momentarily to the right, before turning her head in the same direction, by a small decimal, then to the left, her view describing an 'angle' (rather, a measure of rotation), of one Radian.
Within half a second, she was focusing ahead of herself again. Still pouring on the jam, without looking at the lever, she changed gear to take a corner. Still far behind her, the three bikers were working hard to catch up, holding their superbikes steady, engines howling, like hungry wolves!
Chapter 1 Part 2
30/7/09
The huge engine of her Porsche loudly cried low, earthly incantation, while very young Lola, held the wheel steady, closely watching the long road ahead, and made, quickly decisive changes in gear, velocity and careful turns. Three motorcycles howling, like German second wartime air dive bomber sirens, the riders speak to eachother over radio, as Mr Turbo tries to pass a signal to Lola's car:
Biffo: We're losing her.
Jesus Turbo: Satellite acquire. Object acquire. Ident fail. We need to see her tail, gentlemen!
Topol: Use the nitrobenzin, on five. Four. Three. Two. One. Fire.
Immediately, rocket fuel gives deadly grace to the already hurtling motorcycles!
Small, golden red flames, burning from their exhausts, refine to fine blue line, as they grip their bikes between knees and with their hands, to find even higher speed!
Chapter 1 Part 3
30/7/09
A quiet motorway, at five in the morning. New sunlight upon wakening flowers 'walks in and scents the air'.
The roaring Porsche 917, flashes very swiftly by Mr Mills, who had been quietly waiting near the roadside since three twenty, with a long lens camera, for a chance to photograph a rare buzzard or a Demoiselle Crane. Mr Mills looked round, then returned to view across a turnip field, sat on a canvas stool. Quiet returned to the field, Mr Mills saw something, and set his camera on its stand, quickly tightening the stand bolt, and ignored three screaming motorbikes, zum, zum, zumming by!
The motorcyclists speak together urgently!
Jesus Turbo: Scan narrow...point one radian...
Topol: Stay on it.
Turbo: Point zero four...
Topol: Stay on it...
Turbo: Zero one...punch it, Biffo!
Biffo: ...Transmission!
Topol: Scramble ident. Slow it, believers!
Chapter 1 Part 4
31/7/09
The three motorcyclists, their hard grip on their bikes remaining, and aircraft fuel spent, carry along for several kilometres before they are able to do more than touch their brakes, then to change gear, and slow, relax a bit, to slow, breathe in a less controlled way, and decelerate to turn off for a town.
Soon, the bikes are stood by trees at a car park, the engines purring and throbbing together, left on to slow cooling effects on the metal.
Topol: Take a piss.
The other gents quietly walk over toward Maxine's Cafe, Biffo pushing his fingers back through his dark hair, holding low by the strap his helmet, which swung a little. Jesus with his helmet cradled in one arm.
Young Lola had continued at speed for quite a distance, until she approached Munich, where her mother was waiting for her by a big lorry, with an open vehicle cradle.
Chapter 1 Part 5
1/8/09
Lola carefully looked about her and slowly, 'stoppingly' shunted her racing car up onto the lorry ramp, waiting just outside Munich.
She downloaded from an iPod dock, when a cursor blinked on a small screen. Pressing a button, she read a message:
Hey Lola!
Here is a small gift from Russia.
With regards also to your charming mother Sara,
an invitation for you both to practise at our martial art gymnasium
at St Petersbourg,
The Pathenon.
Sincerely,
Topol
Biffo
Jesus Turbo
Lola placed the friendly message on her capacious iPod, opened the door and passed a small packet of belongings to a man, then climbed down a small ladder.
Stood by the front of the lorry, Sara saw her clever girl, standing in her cream and blue motor racing jacket.
Turned to face eachother, her charming, attractive daughter smiled so sweetly to her!
Quotes:
"Blitzspear" From 2000AD magazine, a serial called Torquemada Poses At The Roxy.
Topol: "Stay on it." and "Stay on it..."
Similar to phrases stated by camp transvestite actor, Divine, in the attack on the Death Star scene in Star Wars IV
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