"No... no! Goddamnit.
You're not gonna be in that race tomorrow.."
Leaning further ahead, Marlon Brando, with the warning look of a predator, picked a slice of his favourite Spanish salami off a honey-yellow plate.
Think of salami, Marlon - Salami!
James, on the other hand, did not let himself be distracted from his goal, by the admonishing hint of a nibbling hotshot. James Dean's ambition, which had already far too often overshot the mark, did not allow any compromises here.
With the race in Salinas he would succeed in taking another step towards professional racing - whatever the cost.
Marlon Brando was concerned about nothing less than the danger potential of the silver arrow that James Dean would want to use for the race on September 30th -
it was almost invisible on a busy road:
low, silver... and, in short: much too fast.And that was not all..
Hadn't Alec Guinness, this British comedy actor, tried to advise him against a trip to hell in his Spyder 550? Far too risky would be the sled, which is surrounded by an aluminum casing, which would be compressed like an organ in a collision.
- Alec Guinness,
The man with the dark premonition -
Things were clear:There were some arguments against James' plans which Marlon did not like at all.
After one of his dates with the singer Eartha Kitt, there was talk of a worrying farewell to a mentally absent Jimmy.
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Ignition & Heartblood
FanfictionPlease forgive you desiring Wild Ones, Guys, Dolls, Rebels Without A Cause On The Waterfront, Men and Giants of East Of Eden! Because here you can read the story how the shy James "Jimmy" Dean falls in love with his alluring idol Marlon Brando. It's...