#022 - Test Drive
Title: Test Drive
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Smallville
Challenge: #022
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. Joss Whedon and er... somebody else do. No cash made, just fun had. I promise I won't break 'em, and I'll put 'em back in the case when I'm done.
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Johnathan Kent shoved the sliding door of his outbuilding open to reveal the reason for Xander’s visit.
“Does it run?”
“It did when Dad parked it,” the farmer replied. “Dunno ‘bout now. Probably need to drain the gas, and clean the carb, but it should kick over.” He pulled the crank out of the bed and fitted it into the end of the crankshaft and began to turn. “It isn’t seized up or anything. You’ll need to get a battery for it... It’s six volt,” he said knowingly.
“I kinda figured. My uncle had some old cars. Some of them were six volt.”
Xander looked it over. Despite it being older than the hills, the car looked in relatively good shape. There was some surface rust and there were dents, but the use he had in mind for it was going to be strenuous enough on him. He didn’t want to clean it up and then have something happen to it.
He negotiated a price and paid the man.
The farmer asked, “Just outta curiosity, what are you gonna do with it?”
“I’m gonna teach two dozen hormonal teenaged girls how to drive.”
He grinned. “Good Luck. You’ll need it.”
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Smallville
Challenge: #022
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. Joss Whedon and er... somebody else do. No cash made, just fun had. I promise I won't break 'em, and I'll put 'em back in the case when I'm done.
~#~#~#~#~#~
Johnathan Kent shoved the sliding door of his outbuilding open to reveal the reason for Xander’s visit.
“Does it run?”
“It did when Dad parked it,” the farmer replied. “Dunno ‘bout now. Probably need to drain the gas, and clean the carb, but it should kick over.” He pulled the crank out of the bed and fitted it into the end of the crankshaft and began to turn. “It isn’t seized up or anything. You’ll need to get a battery for it... It’s six volt,” he said knowingly.
“I kinda figured. My uncle had some old cars. Some of them were six volt.”
Xander looked it over. Despite it being older than the hills, the car looked in relatively good shape. There was some surface rust and there were dents, but the use he had in mind for it was going to be strenuous enough on him. He didn’t want to clean it up and then have something happen to it.
He negotiated a price and paid the man.
The farmer asked, “Just outta curiosity, what are you gonna do with it?”
“I’m gonna teach two dozen hormonal teenaged girls how to drive.”
He grinned. “Good Luck. You’ll need it.”