BXBX NOVEL Chapter 256 The Date Part 1
Nielsen approached the gleaming Duesenberg Model J. He stood beside the powerful automobile, his eyes fixed on the hand crank. With a determined grip, he gave it a swift clockwise turn. The engine roared to life, its growl resonating through the air, as Poul took a step back, a satisfied smile crossing his face.
There\'s a charm in starting an automobile using a crank, giving him nostalgic memories when he was in his original world where his father allowed him to use a vintage car from the 1930s. However, a hand crank can be dangerous, especially when it is not handled properly. Poul knew this all too well, having heard stories of accidents caused by the crank kicking back violently, injuring those who attempted to start the engine.
Sooner or later, he would introduce an electric starter to their future fleet of automobiles, eliminating the need for the hand crank and minimizing the risks associated with it.
As the engine rumbled with a powerful purr, Poul opened the door and slipped into the plush leather seat of the Duesenberg Model J. The scent of fine craftsmanship and luxury enveloped him, indicating that it was new. He adjusted the mirrors, ensuring perfect visibility, and his hands settled comfortably on the steering wheel.
With a flick of his wrist, Poul engaged the gears, feeling the smooth transmission respond to his touch.
As Poul drove the Duesenberg Model J into the company town, he noticed a gathering of workers nearby. They paused their tasks, their eyes drawn to the gleaming automobile. It was clear that for many of them, this was their first encounter with an automobile despite it being built here.
The people of this era were accustomed to seeing horse-drawn carriages as a form of transportation, but with the arrival of the automobile that he introduced, the perception of transportation was about to be revolutionized.
Five minutes later, Poul steered the Duesenberg Model J toward the clinic. As he brought the car to a graceful halt, he glanced towards the entrance and instantly found his gaze drawn to Sara. There she stood, a vision of timeless beauty, her strawberry-blonde hair falling in gentle waves around her shoulders. The sight of her radiant smile and the sparkle in her blue eyes filled his heart with indescribable joy.
Sara\'s presence was a breath of fresh air amidst the bustling town. Her attire, though simple and casual, exuded an understated elegance that enhanced her natural charm. Clad in a flowing skirt that gracefully swayed with each step, and a crisp white blouse that accentuated her delicate features, she possessed an effortless grace that captivated Poul\'s attention.
As Poul stepped out of the car, his eyes locked with Sara\'s,
"Hello," Poul said, chuckling nervously.
"Hi," Sara replied, glancing over at the vehicle that he brought. "Well…well…you are using an automobile now? I\'m expecting that you\'d pick me up here with a horse-drawn carriage."
Poul chuckled, his nerves easing as he met Sara\'s teasing gaze. "I must admit, a horse-drawn carriage would have been more fitting for the setting, but I couldn\'t resist the allure of this magnificent automobile. I mean look at it, granted it would have been classy and romantic, but this car, it just has a different feel to it."
Sara\'s laughter rang out melodiously, a sound that warmed Poul\'s heart. "You always have a way of surprising me, Poul," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I suppose a ride in this car will be an adventure in itself. By the way Poul, I made some sandwiches that we will be eating wherever you\'ll take me."
Sara raised the picnic basket with a warm smile, revealing a carefully prepared selection of sandwiches and a bottle of chilled lemonade. Poul\'s eyes lit up with delight as he took in the sight of the delectable treats.
"I can\'t wait to try it out," Poul chuckled.
With a gentle motion, Poul offered his hand to Sara, a gesture of old-fashioned chivalry. "Allow me, my dear," he said with a warm smile.
Sara\'s eyes softened with appreciation as she placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her to the car. He opened the car door with a graceful flourish, ensuring Sara\'s entry was as smooth and comfortable as possible. As she settled into the plush leather seat, Poul closed the door with a satisfying thud.
Taking his place behind the wheel, Poul adjusted the mirrors once more, ensuring their safety on the journey ahead. With a gentle touch, he engaged the gears, and hit the gas pedal, sending a surge of power through the car. The Duesenberg Model J responded eagerly, propelling them forward with a graceful acceleration.
The wind tousled their hair as they ventured into the picturesque countryside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The Duesenberg Model J gracefully navigated the unpaved roads, its suspension absorbing the uneven terrain with ease. Vibrant green fields and patches of blooming wildflowers stretched out before them, painting a captivating canvas of nature\'s beauty.
As they cruised along the winding roads, the engine of the car purred in perfect harmony with the serene surroundings. The gentle hum of the tires on the gravel, punctuated by the occasional chirping of birds, created a symphony of tranquility that embraced their journey.
There\'s nothing more perfect than a date ride, one that he had specifically planned for Sara. Poul had chosen this particular route through the Pittsburgh countryside to showcase the breathtaking scenery and provide them with a sense of freedom and serenity.
As they ventured deeper into the countryside, Poul couldn\'t help but steal glances at Sara beside him. The way she was smiling as she gazed at the picturesque scenery unfolding before them warmed his heart.
"Are you enjoying it?" Poul asked.
Sara turned towards him, her eyes shining with delight. "I do."
Poul removed his hands from the gear stick and reached over to Sara\'s leg, gently placing his hand on top of hers.
"What are you doing, Poul?" Sara asked, chuckling.
"Nothing, is it illegal to touch my future wife\'s thigh?"
Sara\'s laughter bubbled up once again.
"No, not at all but perhaps you should focus on the road, Mr. Nielsen rather than me."
"Road? What road?" Poul said, waving his hand around. "We are in the 1890s, there\'s no car or traffic signs that exist in this era." Poul winked at Sara, teasingly. "There\'s no one to pull us up."
Sara playfully nudged Poul\'s arm. "I suppose you are right."
Poul returned his hand to her lap, caressing it.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Laurel Highlands, the spot that Poul had chosen for their picnic. The vehicle came to a smooth stop on a grassy knoll overlooking a breathtaking vista of rolling hills and a shimmering lake in the distance. Poul turned off the engine, and a peaceful silence settled around them.
Stepping out of the car, Poul hurriedly made his way to the passenger side to open the door for Sara. As she gracefully emerged from the vehicle, her eyes widened in awe at the landscape before them.
"It\'s pretty, Poul," Sara commented.
"Well, I\'m glad that you liked it," Poul replied, his heart beating fast. He had taken her to this place for one special occasion, and that is to propose to her formally.