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When I was on the circuit, selling my jewelry at various Festivals and such; I made friends with a great number of people. One of which I will refer to as The Amazon. She was a powerhouse. For many years The Amazon was contracted to run security at many of the festivals we attended. Strong, stalwart and True, she would go about the festival in her golf cart making sure we were safe and on the look out for those who would preform mischief. Accompanied by her faithful companion: her dog would ride shot gun as she would cruse about. Her golf cart was equipped with speakers so she could listen to music and when she was in a hurry would turn it on to Wagner’s “Flight of the Valkyries”.
One Event we were on the top of a mountain shaped like a table top for gatherings and such. Some of the attendees were a bit tired of The Amazon cruising by, telling them to pick up their trash and other directives. On a lark one of them discovered The Amazon’s Dog actually learned how to ride and steer the golf cart, and so while the Amazon was busy, one of the culprits coaxed her dog to sit in the driver’s seat, switched on Wagner’s fateful theme and off went the cart, dog and all.
I recall a small crowd of people laughing hysterically as The Amazon chased her faithful companion across the field, heading for a cliff. She did finally catch up as the cart bogged down in a ditch, however the Amazon did in turn chase about a few of the culprits who were punished with “noogies” (her sense of humor was a grand as her laugh).
In the Gathering which followed, her dog often drove about in the cart under the Amazon’s watchful eye. Each time I hear the Valkyries I still envision the flight of the Amazon, fleet of feet chasing down a golf cart toward impending doom.