"Yes, yes. I can be there soon, " Carlos replied. "Do you know where is the gas station--the Sheetz gas station at Brownstown? I can be there soon. I will be there, and I will take you to my friend's shop. It is not far, just a few minutes from the Sheetz station!)
Thus we made the plan, but I was still uncertain as to the details. I drove out to the Sheetz station and parked, unsure what to do next. I did not see the white Lexus that Carlos had been driving the day before. Was Carlos going to ride with me?! Could I trust him? What if he had some nefarious plan in mind to...well, to do what?! Steal my (slightly bunged-up) car?! Kidnap me?! (I am smiling, Dear Reader, because my hesitations seemed slightly ridiculous, even at the time!)
Just when I had reached the conclusion that I must have misunderstood the plan, I spotted a white Lexus pulling into the Sheetz parking lot. "Hello! Hello!" Carlos greeted me joyfully. He introduced me to his friend, Bob, who was riding in the car with him. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. ''It is just a few minutes away! Follow me!"
I was relieved.
Off we went! I must not lose sight of that car! I thought. I was happy, Reader Dear, that it had a bike carrier on the back to distinguish it from other white cars. (I'm pathetically auto-ID-insensitive).
Up the road we went (heading in a northern direction). On and on.
On and on!
On and on!!!
Miles and miles later I was getting nervous. How far will I go? I asked myself. Am I going to follow this stranger all the way to Timbuktu?!
I pulled out my phone and called the man.
(Reader Dear, Bob [his companion in the car] was laughing in the background!)
"We are almost there!" said Carlos on the phone. "Just a few more minutes!"
Arrrgh! Really?! I thought.
Where on earth am I going to end up?!
.....................................
(to be continued)
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