Books On Cars Novels & Stories

I scramble for my bag, wanting nothing more than for the rolls Royce to get off the property. “Hold on.” Cary thrusts a catalogue into my hand. “What’s this?” I told it up, staring at the exotic cars adorning the front page. “Why are you giving me a book filled with cars?” “Because it’s about time I got you a ride of your own,” he says. “You should go through the catalog. Pick whatever you like.” A car. Something tells me this catalog is full of luxurious and ridiculously expensive cars. And now, Cary wants to buy me one.

Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around. He points to a bookshelf covered in dirty, very old looking books. “A company called Chilton makes manuals for every car there is, pretty much. Tells you how to fix everything on the car.” I go over to the shelf and pull one off. “Seriously?” I open it up and see a page with a weird engine part on it. “Alternator,” I say out loud. Looking up at him, I see him in a new light. “You know how to fix alternators?” It sounds very impressive since I don’t even know what one is or what it does.

My fingertips brush the edges of the books as I circle the shelves, exploring with my eyes and soon enough, I find myself in the engineering section. I chuckle, I don’t share Brandon’s excitement in science and if Ma was here, she would have called it fate. The first book I pull out is less than two hundred pages, a beginner’s guide on everything cars, I grin, yeah, this is fate. I saunter to the single sofa beside the fireplace, flipping the pages without understanding the terms until a yawn escapes me.

It was clear that his passion for automobiles extended beyond mere ownership. I followed Harrison as we explored the garage. Each car had its own unique charm and character. Some were compact and ideal for city driving, while others were spacious and perfect for family outings. The variety was impressive, and I marveled at the thought and care that had gone into selecting each vehicle. Harrison shared his knowledge about the cars with enthusiasm, describing their features, benefits, and quirks. He spoke of the joy he found in helping families discover the perfect car for their needs, and his dedication to this endeavor was evident.

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

"It has lots of different types of cars!" Romano nods his head. "Yeah. I think it would look great on your wall." he agrees. I grin at him and then run over to the shelves and pull down a box that contains some of the cars. I open up the packaging and remove the pieces. Then I put them up on the shelf beside where I found the cars. I look over at him and see that he's standing next to me. He looks amazed. I walk over to another shelf that's filled with books and then grab a couple of those books off the shelf.