Riding Shotgun

"I'll take the wheel," I said with an uncontrollable excitement, the glint in my eye reflecting off the shiny ~ almost gaudy ~ skin of the massive vehicle.
His laugh was deep and profound and it reverberated off the aluminum walls of that spacious garage. 
When his chuckle winded down, his demeanor changed ~
He leaned in close ~ his breath was warm, and carried a lingering scent of stale cigarettes and day-old garlic.
His words were rigid.
"Honey, I'm the one driving this spaceship."

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