ROADSHOW II by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
One of the professors at school (specifically, the head of neon, if you couldn’t tell) had his class build a large wooden framework to mount atop his car, showing off a bunch of their work from the semester.
Now, this professor and I are fairly close (he gave me my Nikon F3/T), and when he took the car out for a spin, I asked him if he would be down to let Devon and I hitch a ride. He amicably agreed, and asked me where I would like to be picked up. The bar on Main St. was decided upon, and an hour and a half later, I left the bar, and to the amazement of all the bros, biddies, and frat kids, got into this moving carnival.
We picked Devon up by the art building, and drove around the entire village, shouting and flashing the neon at various other cars and passersby. After buzzing the president of the school’s house with our strobing neonmobile, we drove down the grassy hill that is most certainly not intended for use by cars.
He’s a cool guy, our teacher.