“He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.”

…”Walter! Walter! Let’s go, I don’t want to be waiting another minute out here in this dreadful rain”. Mitty rushed towards his impatient wife, as he walked closer to the edge of the sidewalk his feet splashed in the puddles beneath him “splish, splash, splish, splash” Mitty’s hands were stuffed into his pockets as he dragged his feet along the damp sidewalk. Before he could even put one foot on the street, there was a loud screeching from the left of him…

A beautiful, shiny, black 1939 Chevrolet deluxe, black rims with white tires every mans dream, “Mr.Mitty we won’t make it, the mobsters are too far” Mitty’s small rat like Mexican sidekick said in his inscrutable spanish accent as the fold bride began to open, “we’re just going to need to speed her up!” Mitty replied as he smirked at his sidekick. The black beauty was flying through the streets, waving in between cars and traffic, Mitty knew the mobsters were in great pandemonium about the bridge, but would do anything to get away from one of the greatest international spy’s. The mobsters sped up so Mitty accelerated as well, 70, 80, 90 the car was blowing through the streets as they approached the bridge, his sidekick made one last prayer as the mobsters made the jump, “it’s too late to turn back now” Mitty screamed as he rakishly smiled at his sidekick, “it’s too late!”