Vibro repairman
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- Jun 22, 2003
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The smooth road suddenly gave way to bumpy, uneven ground, and if I had momentarily dozed off at the wheel on the highway, I was certainly awake now, struggling to regain control as my car swerved, and, for a few horrible moments, thought it was going to overturn, the bright sunlight making me wince.
Managing to bring the old beamer to a juddering halt, I slumped against the steering wheel, gathering my breath from the shock. Reaching over, I opened the passenger compartment and fished out my sunglasses, putting them on, and looked up.
I had been driving from Denver to San Fransico, a journey I had made several times before, on the way to visit my cousin Carl and his wife, and last I knew I was on a stretch of road in the Nevada desert. This certainly wasn't a desert. Closing my eyes for a while didn't help change the terrain, so I finally wound down the window and looked out, my mind switching from racing thoughts to near shocked numbness as I tried to comprehend what I saw, what had happened, where I was...
The ground was mostly rugged looking, and of a bluish-green hue, with large patches of what looked like red moss, from which sprouted long stalks with white fluffy balls on top, somewhat like oversized dandylion clocks, if dandylions grew to nine feet in height that is. Looking down outside my drivers door, I could see the blue-green earth was in fact made of tiny crystals, ranging from about the size of one of my thumbnails and down. Here and there rocky outcrops of similarly coloured stone or crystal jutted, I saw, as I looked further afield. Looking round, I could see where my tyres had gouged their path through the strange terrain, and a little distance off behind, where the tracks... begun.
I wasn't the only vehicle about either. A ways back, I could see a big truck rig and its trailer, the sides emblazoned with the Coca Cola slogan, its colours jarring with the surroundings. Behind that, a convertible sports car, its top down, and its passengers, a young man and a couple of women, stood up in their seats staring around in disbelief that probably matched my own. With the uneven terrain, there could be more... surprised arrivals, I guess. No sign of any highway, or anything that resembled any part of Nevada. Or any part of the earth, for that matter.
I was contemplating stepping out for several minutes, but thought better of it when the ground shifted, and something moved beneath the crystalline 'sand,' leaving a wake behind it that brought uneasily to mind the old film, Tremors. So, instead, I turned the ignition again, revving up the stalled engine, and turned my car around, driving towards the nearby truck, the closest thing I could see that looked... well, normal... beyond the confines of my own vehicle, coming to a halt some ten paces away from the drivers side of the rig.
OOC: Open for anyone to join in... and feel free to message me with any ideas, this just kinda sprung up and I'm not sure myself where to take it.
Managing to bring the old beamer to a juddering halt, I slumped against the steering wheel, gathering my breath from the shock. Reaching over, I opened the passenger compartment and fished out my sunglasses, putting them on, and looked up.
I had been driving from Denver to San Fransico, a journey I had made several times before, on the way to visit my cousin Carl and his wife, and last I knew I was on a stretch of road in the Nevada desert. This certainly wasn't a desert. Closing my eyes for a while didn't help change the terrain, so I finally wound down the window and looked out, my mind switching from racing thoughts to near shocked numbness as I tried to comprehend what I saw, what had happened, where I was...
The ground was mostly rugged looking, and of a bluish-green hue, with large patches of what looked like red moss, from which sprouted long stalks with white fluffy balls on top, somewhat like oversized dandylion clocks, if dandylions grew to nine feet in height that is. Looking down outside my drivers door, I could see the blue-green earth was in fact made of tiny crystals, ranging from about the size of one of my thumbnails and down. Here and there rocky outcrops of similarly coloured stone or crystal jutted, I saw, as I looked further afield. Looking round, I could see where my tyres had gouged their path through the strange terrain, and a little distance off behind, where the tracks... begun.
I wasn't the only vehicle about either. A ways back, I could see a big truck rig and its trailer, the sides emblazoned with the Coca Cola slogan, its colours jarring with the surroundings. Behind that, a convertible sports car, its top down, and its passengers, a young man and a couple of women, stood up in their seats staring around in disbelief that probably matched my own. With the uneven terrain, there could be more... surprised arrivals, I guess. No sign of any highway, or anything that resembled any part of Nevada. Or any part of the earth, for that matter.
I was contemplating stepping out for several minutes, but thought better of it when the ground shifted, and something moved beneath the crystalline 'sand,' leaving a wake behind it that brought uneasily to mind the old film, Tremors. So, instead, I turned the ignition again, revving up the stalled engine, and turned my car around, driving towards the nearby truck, the closest thing I could see that looked... well, normal... beyond the confines of my own vehicle, coming to a halt some ten paces away from the drivers side of the rig.
OOC: Open for anyone to join in... and feel free to message me with any ideas, this just kinda sprung up and I'm not sure myself where to take it.