Black Betty

Hello everyone who takes the time to read my Blogs. . I decided to share a short story I wrote this morning, it was inspired by my beloved Yukon GT, who I call Black Betty. It's something I always sort of kept in my head but the recent theft of my brother's van inspired the end part of this story, so I am sharing it with you.

It was a quick, short story, sot of a writing exercise before I take Betty to get her oil change and return home to write. anyways, I hope you guys enjoy.

ETA: Forgot to mention I wrote this in the style of a Beyond: Fact or Fiction episode. It's also one of those rare times I use First-Person narration. So please, enjoy my Rare FP POV SS.

Edit: Not sure if I need to do this, but inspirations as followed: WH40k (Machine Spirit), Christine (gotta love a ghost car that kills people, lol). Awesome Movie Vehicles and course the piece of shit thief that stole my brother's van and most likely is making a drug mule out of it..
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Black Betty
The Machine Spirit





I have always relied on Betty, my ‘96 Yukon GT, to get me where I needed to go, keeping me safe in the transit. I have owned Betty since she was new off the dealership lot and, in that time, we had many adventures going back and forth from Oregon and California, sliding on black ice, being a buffer between a heavy truck and a tiny compact, when the driver of the truck forgot to put his vehicle in park, when he decided to clean his car out while waiting in a fast food drive thru.

She is my Millennium Falcon or V8 Interceptor, I have always felt there was something special about Betty, as though she had a machine spirit, keeping me safe, even in my own recklessness. She always seemed able to push it just a little further to keep out of harm’s way and never failed me when on the road. In the two major accidents I was in, I walked away with just a bruised knee, though sometimes I wonder where it came from. In the few times that I had been rear ended, the other person got the worst of it with Betty driving away with just a scratch. Betty also seemed to enjoy specific music, particularly AC/DC and Black Betty by Ram Jam, to which she got her name.

With the recent car thefts in the neighborhood, I decided to get Betty an early twenty-fifth birthday present, and had lowjack installed, it was expensive but losing Betty would be even more costly. However, I wasn’t expecting what was about to happen. It began when I awoke one day to find Betty missing from the driveway, I quickly called 9-1-1, and made a report with the local sheriffs when they arrived. But I wouldn’t have to wait long, the Sheriffs found Betty quickly thanks to the Lowjack, however I was shocked to learn that she was just a few miles down the road.

According to the sheriffs, the car thief had become trapped in her, after Betty came to a sudden stop, refusing to start again. The Thief found he was unable to open the doors and the windows would not shattered. Spending hours trying to escape, he became exhausted. When the police arrived, the driver side door opened on its own, allowing the thief to leave and be taken into custody.

I was then brought to Betty by the Sheriffs, to see if she would start, and with no effort, she started as I turned the key, almost coming to life, her engine roared loudly in excitement.

I went to drive Betty away, however, as we passed the squad car holding the car thief, Betty’s engine roared as though she was growling at him. I merely smirked as I drove on.