Jesus of Nascareth

A glowing yellow light outlined the tips of pine trees around a modest little brick house, nestled in a small ravine, out on route 5. It was 5:15 AM when Dave poured some reddish black coffee into a thick ceramic mug. A pajama footed boy of very few years stumbles from a dark hallway and into the kitchen. “Hey there son…”, said Dave. “You ready to get going?”.

“I’m hungry.”

“Well, get some cereal, and I might let you have a nip of this coffee to get ya’ movin’. Don’t wake up your mother. We need to be headin’ on down the road long before anybody else wakes up”.

“alright.”, said the sleepy boy.

“Hey dad, is Jesus of Nascareth really the fastest man alive?”

“Hell yes, son.”, said Dave, as he sipped his extremely hot coffee.

“He can’t be defeated. Well, not in the points standings, that is. He might lose a race here and there, but No man alive can take ‘em on the season. You’ll get to see his stuff, today. They can bang up his car, run ‘em off the road. I remember on time somebody even put ox blood in his gas tank, but no one has ever knocked him out of a race.”

“Is that true?”, said the boy with curious disbelief.

“It’s as true as I’m standin’ here tellin’ it. One time the valvoline car had him pinned up against the wall on the last lap at Darlington, and ole JC started vibratin’ and shakin’ like he was gonna blow up, and right then his whole car started glowing a bright golden metallic color. The light blinded everybody in the grandstands for a few seconds. It was bright as the sun. When we got our sight back, we saw that he had done gone airborn and was passin’ over the top of the number 6 car. His wheels touched down just in time to take the checkered flag. You should have seen the damn victory lap, tires squeelin’ and burnin’ rubber all the way around the track four times. He blew the engine on the last time around, and the whole car burned up, but he got out ok, threw his helmut off and took a bow. The crowd was goin’ wild and screamin’. Ole JC put his thumbs behind his belt buckle and started buck dancin’ down the track. He did a moon walk up to ole Mark Martin and did the burn sign. It was awesome! I sure hope we see somethin’ like that today. Well…finish up your breakfast and lets get goin’. We’ve got some drivin’ to do.”

“Alright, dad. Let’s get goin’! Jesus of Nascareth is the fastest man alive!”