Indian Springs Mazda Exclusive Guide

“That’s the sound of ‘yes’,” Frank said.

Two hours and a signed title later, Ellie drove her new Miata away from Indian Springs. She didn’t take the highway. Frank had pointed her toward Route 42, then a left onto Jackson Lake Road. “Just drive,” he’d said. “The car knows the way.” indian springs mazda

Ellie turned. An old man with grease under his fingernails and kind, crinkled eyes leaned against a stack of tires. A name tag said “Frank.” “That’s the sound of ‘yes’,” Frank said

“Pop the hood,” Frank said.

The storm Frank had predicted finally caught up near High Falls. Fat, warm raindrops began to dot the windshield. Ellie pulled over under a canopy of ancient oaks. She fumbled for the button to raise the soft top, her fingers clumsy with adrenaline. As the latches clicked shut, the sky opened up. Rain hammered the canvas like a thousand tiny drums. The world outside the little car dissolved into a silver sheet. Frank had pointed her toward Route 42, then

And it did.

“She’s a beaut, ain’t she?” said a voice.