"It's an engineering masterpiece, Danny. It looks stunning too!"
"it's a scaled down model toy car, dude."
"I don't have a driving license to drive the real thing."
Matthew Callahan continued appreciating the beauty of the DB3, once a British sports car and regular racer at the now defunct racetrack they were on, the Thomson Road Circuit, a famous venue in the racing scene back in the sixties. Along with him was Daniel Rose, a close friend of Matthew. The perennial summer afternoon had been damped by a shower of rain in the morning, and the flora surrounding the road was a brilliant green, the road itself shaded by huge trees, casting a shadow over the two peeps. Time has eroded the famous race track to a kind of lengthy, winding tarmac a rally driver would enjoy, and the kind of beautiful scenery Matt and Danny would gladly bask in.
"So this place used to be a racetrack?" Daniel walked beside Matthew, kicking up loose gravel.
"Yeap. Racing back then was pretty different than what it is now though. Too controlled." Matthew heaved a sigh before having one last look at the toy. He keeps the car deep in his left breast pocket.
As a budding photographer, Daniel didn't mind tagging along in Matt's adventures exploring obsolete places with amazing environments. Matt would have a companion to express another side of the reserved character that is Matthew Callahan, and Danny would have another collage of pictures to show off, complete with the unwilling model, when Matt was having his brighter days.
But despite the generous amount of time spent together, Matt was still wary of regarding Daniel anymore than an acquaintance, and Daniel was already content with what little camaraderie they had, the picture gallery he had seemed to him like a bargain.
As a budding photographer, Daniel didn't mind tagging along in Matt's adventures exploring obsolete places with amazing environments. Matt would have a companion to express another side of the reserved character that is Matthew Callahan, and Danny would have another collage of pictures to show off, complete with the unwilling model, when Matt was having his brighter days.
But despite the generous amount of time spent together, Matt was still wary of regarding Daniel anymore than an acquaintance, and Daniel was already content with what little camaraderie they had, the picture gallery he had seemed to him like a bargain.
"Spare me the history lesson, old man. I'll be short of a few albums when you finally leave for Cambridge."
"Yeah, it's been fun being used. I'll miss you there, man." Matthew was amused with Danny's frankness.
"Of course you will, more than your family and friends, Matt. How are you gonna cope out there man?" Matthew wasn't sure, but he might have just felt a hint of genuine concern from little Danny Rose.
"I don't know, dude; I'll manage though. How about your photography exploits?" Matt was eager to change the subject. Danny had a mouth as loose as his baggy trousers.
"I'll pull through. I could use a time warp to the present and go for the current attractions. Damn if I miss the pristine nature though."
They came to an ancient concrete bench, braving the test of time. Daniel continued snapping shots from his DSLR while Matt sat down, taking a long swig of water from a bottle, meanwhile picturing a life-scale version of his toy car whizzing past in traditional British racing colours, a deep shade of green.
"So you leave tomorrow, right? Maybe I can see you off, you know, for old times' sake." Daniel was asking between snapshots.
"Yeah, not really. I leave in the wee hours of the morning, man. This is the last time you'll be seeing Matty Cally before he leaves."
"Really." Daniel didn't flinch. The photographer was hiding behind his camera, and Matt knew it.
"Look, it's been really been brilliant going on these adventures and having you around, man. I know we're not brothers or whatever, but I wanted you to know it's been a ton of fun. So thanks, man."
Danny sighed and let the camera down from his eyes. He takes a seat beside Matt on the bench and relaxes, stretching his hands on the old concrete, while Matthew sits hunched, resting his head on his hands.
"Relax dude. I know we haven't been on the best of terms but I understand where you're coming from. Thank you too, for all this you know. We've been through lots of shit, but it was some pretty good shit, man."
"Yeah, it's been fun being used. I'll miss you there, man." Matthew was amused with Danny's frankness.
"Of course you will, more than your family and friends, Matt. How are you gonna cope out there man?" Matthew wasn't sure, but he might have just felt a hint of genuine concern from little Danny Rose.
"I don't know, dude; I'll manage though. How about your photography exploits?" Matt was eager to change the subject. Danny had a mouth as loose as his baggy trousers.
"I'll pull through. I could use a time warp to the present and go for the current attractions. Damn if I miss the pristine nature though."
They came to an ancient concrete bench, braving the test of time. Daniel continued snapping shots from his DSLR while Matt sat down, taking a long swig of water from a bottle, meanwhile picturing a life-scale version of his toy car whizzing past in traditional British racing colours, a deep shade of green.
"So you leave tomorrow, right? Maybe I can see you off, you know, for old times' sake." Daniel was asking between snapshots.
"Yeah, not really. I leave in the wee hours of the morning, man. This is the last time you'll be seeing Matty Cally before he leaves."
"Really." Daniel didn't flinch. The photographer was hiding behind his camera, and Matt knew it.
"Look, it's been really been brilliant going on these adventures and having you around, man. I know we're not brothers or whatever, but I wanted you to know it's been a ton of fun. So thanks, man."
Danny sighed and let the camera down from his eyes. He takes a seat beside Matt on the bench and relaxes, stretching his hands on the old concrete, while Matthew sits hunched, resting his head on his hands.
"Relax dude. I know we haven't been on the best of terms but I understand where you're coming from. Thank you too, for all this you know. We've been through lots of shit, but it was some pretty good shit, man."
Matt and Danny heartily laughed it off, before reaffirming their friendship with a bump of the fists. The two guys may be on different terms, but in the end, all that matters will be the knowledge that your buddy has your back, as you do his.
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