Brian Sanders was looking for a parking space at his job when he saw a car from his distant past appear in his rearview mirror for just an instant.
A forty year old memory came flooding back to his mind. It was the last race of the year-Jack Taylor with his pitch- black Buick 442 and he with his 69 Chevelle SS.
At the start, Taylor jumped ahead, but Brian eventually caught up and won the race. Even after the race the two had remained casual friends, but after graduation, Jack split for California and that was the last Brian had heard from him.
A week later the old Buick appeared again and this time Brian decided to follow it. The black car headed out of town until it came to an old salvage yard and then disappeared somewhere in the labyrinth of old wrecks.
Brian went into the office and found a man in overalls squinting at a computer. "What can I do for you sir?" the old man asked Brian. "I'm looking for a car." Brian answered.
"Any particular kind of car?" the old man asked. "A 1968 pitch-black Buick 442." Brian replied. The old man got up and motioned for Brian to follow. Together then went out into the yard and walked to the end of a long series of junk cars.
"Here it is" the old man said pointing to a twisted pile of wreckage. "The owner was killed in a race back in 81. I kept it as a memorial of sorts"
Brian walked around the rusted hulk remembering his long ago youth. "Did you know Taylor?" the old man asked. "Yeah, but I never knew he ended up here" Brian answered.
At dusk, Brian left the salvage yard and watched as its sign shrunk to a small square in his rearview mirror and then disappeared altogether.
