Dan nodded. "That's cool man, we can do different stuff" he said. "Thencatch up later and get some more beers, yeah?". Charlie nodded."So who you g...nna go with Ste?" Rich asked.Charlie jumped in quickly again. "C'mon fag, you gotta come with us. Boysin room 22 got to stick together. You can't leave me hanging round all daywith just these muppets..." he said, gesturing to Fowler and Pete.Feeling an air of inevitably, I agreed. "K, sure, beers sounds good".As the other headed off Charlie. It was small and dirty, and looked almost like it was unlived in except that clothes and a few beer bottles were strewn across the floor and the bed sheets were a tangled up mess hanging half off the mattress. Thick curtains covered the room's single window and no light filtered through them. I felt another jolt and immediately closed my eyes again. I felt movement under me. I opened my eyes and tried to look down far enough to see where I was, but I could not move my head without feeling. He doesn’t turn to me just shakes his head a little. The movement is so small, I barely noticed it. I slowly bring my hand up, gently placing it on his arm. He still doesn’t turn to me. “Tyler” I say with more urgency. His eyes jump to mine. Giving me his intention but he still doesn’t turn from me. “Why…” I start. His eyes are fixated on mine but I can’t hold them. They jump to the rose that is still floating gracefully along the glistening water. I watch as the water from the fountain pours. The option list went on, but you get the idea. This car really was not meant for the casual street driver, but instead for serious track or rally racing. The $6000 plus price tag was a lot of money, a lot of serious money in 1963. Yet today, I get wet panties thinking about that car.And finally third, there is the road--a road that exists now, only in memory for the most part. And even that's a fading memory indeed for the average person old enough to even remember the road--except for the.