The year is 1986 and Bo Duke has left Hazzard county to
follow his lifelong dream to become a Nascar driver. Today’s race is the
Atlanta 500
“Hey are you ready?” Jeff, Bo's driving partner Jeff says.
Bo grinned. “I sure am. I was just thinking about how I could help my family with the money. Uncle Jesse's almost seventy years old and now that Daisy's married to that singer, she’s on the road all of the time with him.”
“What about your older cousin, what’s his name?”
“Luke. The last I heard he was with a woman in Virginia. So if I win enough money I'm gonna hire some folks and repay Uncle Jesse for all of his kindness to all of us kids.” Bo paused as the phone rang. He picked it. “Hey Uncle Jesse, I was just talking about you and how I'm gonna be able to help you with the farm with all of the prize winnings that I get today.”
Jesse chuckled “Son, you're a good boy but you be careful, no amount of money is worth your life.”
“Don't worry Uncle Jesse I'll be fine. I'll be back home this weekend. How are Luke and Daisy doing?”
“Luke's still in Virginia with Tina and Daisy seems to still be very happy with LD.”
“I hate to cut you off Uncle Jesse, but I've got a race to win.”
“I'll see you this weekend and remember that I love you.”
“I love you too, Uncle Jesse.” Bo hangs the phone up and heads out of the hotel with Jeff.
A short time later the announcer says, “Here comes Cale Yarborough, Richard Petty and the ladies favorite BO DUKE!”
In the grandstands, a brown haired girl exclaims, “Bo Duke sure is cute. I'd be his driving partner anytime!”
A blonde lady retorts, “Over my dead body, girl!”
A dark haired girl says, “He’s so sweet and so gorgeous.”
A redhead nods in agreement. “He sure is.”
The race begins and Bo comes into forth and then third position. Sometime later Bo and Richard Petty come neck and neck right at the finish line.
“Ladies and gentleman the winner of the Atlanta 500 and new champion is Bo Duke.”
After the race, Bo tells the Nascar magazine reporter. “This was for my Uncle Jesse Duke.” Later sitting in his motel room watching George Jones sing another sad song on Hee-Haw, he wished he could trade all the fame and glory for his sweet Candy Cane.
The End
Written by Juanita Ford
Copyright 2000
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