- Steele Drivin' Man 17/?
Date: Friday, November 22, 2002
- From: Anne Rose <LCHAnne@hotmail.com>
Fred has really put in the long hours on this one. Enjoy!
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Steele Drivin' Man 17/?
Date: October 23, 1982
I finally am starting to feel like I'm putting in a full day's
don't mind taking people places and waiting for them at appointments,
when I spend most of a day waiting for something to happen, the
hours really drag. I mean, there's only so many times I can wash
and wax the beast, and so many issues of Road and Track I can
But this week I really racked up some miles. Wednesday morning
sent me over to Rossmore to pick up Mr. Steele. I came close
to not making
it though, because as I was pulling in this red GTO came barreling
the driveway, and I just missed him. Some Mexican kid was hunched
wheel and looked like he meant business.
I parked and waited a few minutes. When Mr. Steele didn't show,
inside and spoke to the security guard. When he said Mr. Steele
had already gone out I got a little worried. I wondered about
the GTO, but I knew there was no point - they were long gone.
Finally Mr. Steele called and I picked him up in Glendale at
warehouse that said "Ratooi Games International" on
the side. There were
video games all over their parking lot, and the building looked
should have been condemned. I took him back to the office. He
seemed a lot
more excited then he has been lately, considering it was just
It wasn't long before I headed back to Ratooi with both Mr. Steele
and Miss Holt. I stayed put and wandered around the storage yard
- wouldn't you
know, there wasn't a single race car game in the whole bunch.
Mr. Steele came back to the car without Miss Holt, his tail between
legs, but once we were under way I could almost hear his wheels
Eventually he suggested that we go past the Belvedere Towers.
I could feel
he was getting some wild idea about going off on his own. I'd
him long enough to tell. Just like Spiderman my "danger
sense" was on red
alert. I reminded him that we were supposed to be going to the
Wilshire and I knew there would be hell to pay if Miss Holt found
didn't. But he was trying so hard to get involved, and I caved.
I found the Belvedere Towers and waited outside while Mr. Steele
Before long Mr. Michaels came by and dropped off Miss Holt. She
the limo. She couldn't miss it - I was parked right out front.
the other way and tried to be invisible. She went inside doubletime,
Mr. Michaels gave me a sympathetic look as he drove off. When
came back to the car there was total silence back there. Mr.
went through a dozen expressions - first he looked confused,
then nervous. I noticed he never once looked at Miss Holt. She
the window on low simmer.
After we dropped her off at the office, we finally went to the
Wilshire and picked up Mr. Arnoch. He was not happy, I can tell
Mr. Steele told him we were going to make one stop on the way
I thought he
would jump out. I figured out eventually that Mr. Arnoch thought
ever going to get out of LA.
We went back to the Belvedere Towers, only this time we picked
a spot in the parking garage and waited. It's a good thing there
was a bottle of
champagne in the ice chest to distract Mr. Arnoch, because he
more ornery by the minute. When a car pulled in next to us Mr.
out of the limo. I could tell by the woman's expression they'd
and she wasn't real thrilled about their meeting again. They
talking, and Mr. Arnoch leaned over to interrupt them. The look
lady's face was strange - she seemed disgusted. I couldn't figure
she thought was going on, unlessàI put that thought away
real quick. I've
seen the way Mr. Steele looks at women. No way.
The three of them headed for the elevators and I followed. I
heard a shot but wasn't sure, so I hurried to catch up. I saw
start to fall, and Mr. Steele passed her to Mr. Arnoch before
he ran for the stairwell. That obviously was too much for the
old guy. As soon as Mr.
Steele got back Mr. Arnoch handed the lady off to him and started
sliding to the floor. I caught him and eased him down to the
pavement and leaned him against a pillar. Mr. Steele wasn't quite
sure what to do with the poor woman. He lowered himself to the
ground and propped her against him while I called the cops. By
the time they got there, Mr. Arnoch had recovered. I
know how he feels - I didn't feel so hot either looking at a
If I hadn't gone to use the phone I might have joined him on
the ground. I
hope I don't see any more dead bodies on this job.
The police took a statement and Mr. Steele did all the talking.
left we put Mr. Arnoch back in the car, but he still didn't look
He didn't want any more champagne. Mr. Steele told me to go back
to Ratooi, and he called Miss Holt along the way to meet us there.
Mr. Steele helped Mr. Arnoch inside and I waited. Miss Holt arrived,
short time later we were all on our way to the marina. Mr. Arnoch
something about our private jet, and Mr. Steele had to dig himself
had to look out the window to keep from laughing out loud. Private
Good thing Mr. Arnoch hasn't heard Miss Holt on one of her tears
Thank heaven for small favors, because I parked it before she
and told them we were at the marina, obviously. I was put in
charge of Mr.
Arnoch, and Mr. Steele and Miss Holt got out to act out his little
could hear 'Geraldine' in the back of my mind - "you devil,
I decided to take a quick trip around the parking lot and see
if I could
find a Coke machine. I heard the phone ring and before I could
Mr. Arnoch had answered it. Then he was out of the car and off
pier before I could stop him. I was about 10 yards behind him
when I heard
gunshots. Everyone hit the dirt and I tried to figure out where
were coming from. I snuck behind a shed after I guessed where
he was. I
accidentally kicked a gas can someone had left near their boat,
so I picked it up for a weapon. I lobbed it in the general direction
of where I thought he was, which turned out to be a pretty good
guess, because I heard someone cuss. A second later I could hear
him running away down the pier.
I helped everybody up and dusted Mr. Arnoch off. Mr. Steele's
taken a couple of hits and he was seriously pissed about that.
didn't seem to be too banged up. We drove back to the office
and they spent the whole trip trying to help Mr. Arnoch feel
better, but it just wasn't
I don't know what happened upstairs, but when they came back
to the limo Mr. Arnoch was getting really wound up. He'd been
in a half faint on the way to the office, and now he was a bundle
of nerves. We went back to Ratooi again, and whatever happened
in there put Arnoch right back the way he'd been. All he would
do was sit back there between Mr. Steele and Miss Holt, moaning
and holding his head. No matter what they tried to say, it didn't
We took him to Rossmore and I helped Mr. Steele get him on the
few minutes later Miss Holt came down and I took her to the office
headed home. I didn't get far from Century City though when Mr.
called and asked me to come back to Rossmore. I was really tired
by now so
I was thinking he'd better have a pretty good reason for going
somewhere at this hour of the night.
When I got there he was waiting out front and had changed clothes.
him where to, and he told me we were going to cruise East Los
turned around and looked at him and thought seriously about asking
he'd lost his mind, but I kept my mouth shut. He just looked
at me and
smiled. I hit the carlocks and headed out.
Mr. Steele told me to just drive up and down any main street
I wanted to,
and after about half an hour a familiar looking red GTO started
us. Now I was the one getting jumpy, but Mr. Steele told me to
over. We sat at the curb for a minute, and then a young Mexican
up to the car. I had my hand on the gear shift, ready to floor
it if I had
to, but Mr. Steele just lowered the window and started talking
to this guy.
I saw him write down his address and hand it to him, then they
and the guy said he'd see Mr. Steele in the morning. Mr. Steele
window back up, and that's when I realized I'd been holding my
whole time! Mr. Steele acted like this was just another normal
him, but it took me a minute to calm myself down. I took him
Rossmore, and then I went home.
The next morning we finally took Mr. Arnoch to the airport, or
at least I
thought we were when we headed out. We were on Sepulveda, practically
the airport, and they were talking when all of the sudden Mr.
Arnoch ordered me to turn the car around. Well, I guess he uses
that voice when he's ordering his employees around, but I know
who calls the shots as far as I'm concerned, at least when Miss
Holt's not around. I waited for Mr. Steele to give me the OK,
and then I threw the beast around in a U turn and burned some
rubber in the process.
When we got to the marina Mr. Steele and Mr. Arnoch disappeared
down one of the slips. I stood outside the car and leaned on
the hood, enjoying the
nice morning. As I watched 'Toodle-Loo' go by, I heard the phone
was Miss Holt. She wanted to talk to Mr. Steele but I told her
come to the phone right now. She wanted to know what he was doing,
said, oh, about five knots. Obviously she didn't think that was
because she slammed the phone down in my ear. I guess she doesn't
appreciate the humor of the Three Stooges.
I waited and waited for the boat to come back, and finally I
saw Mr. Steele
pulling it into a slip. I ran down to meet them, and there was
sitting on an enormous trunk wrapped up in chains. Mr. Steele
told me to
find the nearest hardware store and buy a hand truck to move
They were both wet, and it obviously had been quite a job hauling
that load in. Fortunately I found a marine store right near by
that had what I
It took the three of us to hoist that baby into the limo. On
the way back
to Ratooi we stopped at another hardware store for a pair of
Mr. Arnoch wheeled the cart in behind Mr. Steele, and they were
quite a while. When they came out, everyone looked pretty pleased
themselves, but Mr. Arnoch most of all. He was in a completely
mood then he'd been up until now.
In the evening I took Mr. Arnoch in the direction of the airport
time, but this trip we actually made it to LAX. I dropped him
curbside check-in and waited for traffic to clear so I could
pull out. I
had just started to move when I stopped short because Mr. Arnoch
was banging on one of the windows. He demanded that I open the
trunk and take his bags - he wasn't leaving. I tried to convince
him that it wasn't such a good idea for him to stay, but he insisted
that I take him back to Rossmore. I kept trying to talk him out
of it, because Mr. Steele had sent me to the liquor store in
the afternoon, and I had a pretty good idea there was a private
party in the works. But Mr. Arnoch got into boss overdrive, and
I couldn't get him to back down. On the way he got on the phone
with his wife and told her he was going to sell the business,
and that she should put their house on the market. I could hear
her screaming at him from where I sat. He kept trying to convince
her, and finally he just hung up. I dropped him off at Rossmore,
and then I high-tailed it out of there. I wasn't going to stick
around to find out what he was interrupting.
Thank goodness it's the weekend. If every week is going to be
I'm going to need a nap in the afternoons.
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