A lot more folks came in to the Sly Fox that night and they were in the mood to eat, drink, and have a good time. Vic set up the karaoke machine in the bar and some of the patrons paraded around in a Beefalo costume someone had made from a shag carpet remnant and elk horns taken off of a wall. The cash register was ringing all night and Vic gifted me and the waitresses with bonuses. I was beat when I got to my truck sometime after one-thirty. I started it up and noticed a Reeses peanut butter cup on the dash. I didn’t remember buying one but I must have. A delicious reward of chocolate and peanut butter suddenly seemed like a pretty good idea so I unwrapped the little beauties and popped one in my mouth.
I got up to speed and was heading by Moosehead Campground doing the legal limit of 55. I felt woozy and figured it was fatigue from the long night. The brake light on the dash illuminated and a truck came up fast behind me with its bright lights on. The wooziness was getting worse and I put my blinker on to pull over, gently hitting the brake. Nothing. The pedal went to the floor. The truck behind me moved up closer, tapping my bumper. I struggled to fight the dizziness and blurred vision and downshifted to 3rd. The engine raced as I head in to the long descent to the harbor basin. I tried to make out what make and model was ramming me from behind. It was ugly and older. I figured it to be a Dodge from the late seventies.
He was pushing me hard which made it difficult to go down to second but I managed it. The old Ford was screaming at over 3000 rpm but at least I wasn’t picking up more speed. I saw a cruiser ahead parked in the Tee-Shirt Factory parking lot. I flashed my lights at him. The truck behind me disengaged and swung up Old Searsport Road and out of sight. The cruiser pulled out behind me and followed as I slowed through town and came to rest at the top of the hill in front of Bangor Savings.
Officer Mooney got out of the cruiser and asked me what happened. He took me to the hospital and then home after they found out what particular drug I had been given. My truck was towed to East End Garage.
I slept until noon the next day. Officer Mooney dropped by while I was having a second cup of coffee on the deck. He told me a 1978 Dodge Power Wagon had been stolen last night from Ethan Starns out near Swan Lake. He also told me he had gone back to the Sly Fox and checked for evidence in the parking lot. Chicken’s feet prints were found in a big puddle of brake fluid.
Clyde was coming after me and he wasn’t messing around.
