Realistic colour tattoo of a red open-top Jeep driving through grey trees and smoke on an upper arm.

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Red open-top Jeep on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A red open-top Jeep, seen from the front three-quarter angle, drives along a dirt track through a haze of grey trees and smoke. The vehicle is shaded with smooth gradients and highlights, while the surrounding foliage and cloud are rendered in black and grey wash. The composition is centred on the vehicle, with the background fading out at the edges of the design on the upper arm.

Realism Upper arm Car Tree Smoke

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Jeep was red when Ray bought it off a vet in Dunmere for four hundred pounds and a box of his late wife's records, and it was still red the autumn the council shut the Tallow Gap track. By then the paint had faded to brick dust wherever the sun reached, and the windscreen had a crack that ran across it like a river on a map. Ray said the crack gave the old thing character. I said it gave the wind a way in.

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Every Sunday that October he drove it up through the larches with the hood folded down, though the smoke from the charcoal burners' clearing hung so low that we drove through it like cloud. He knew every rut. He would lift two fingers off the wheel and point them at things: there's the spring, there's where the Hollis boy put the Escort in the ditch, there's where the old railway bridge stood before the fire took it.

The last Sunday, a man from the council stood at the barrier with a clipboard and told Ray the track was for permit holders only. Ray nodded politely, reversed twenty yards, then took the Jeep straight through the gap in the fence where the bracken grew tallest. The man shouted. Ray lifted two fingers from the wheel and kept going.

I never learned whether he was breaking the rules or keeping a promise to the hill. The bracken has grown back over that gap now, but if you walk up in March you can still see two pale lines in the mud, rising through the trees like handwriting that nobody has got round to rubbing out.