Posted on 27 January, 2010

So you pull up to the lights in your 1986 Cutlass Supreme and flare the throttle… A plume of blue smoke blasts out the back and you realize again, you forgot to top up the oil. Whatever, she still runs. You glance over to the lane right of you and see a saucy brunette driving some fancy bangle-clad Asian import. The look in her eye suggests she want to lay rubber when the light hits “green.” You flare your beat up V8 351 big block again to signal your interested in seeing whether new Asian engineering can top good ol’ fashioned American craftsmanshit. I mean craftsmanship. The light goes “green” and you put the pedal down. You feel the nose of the car jab towards the sky and the sensation of pure G-Force in your chest. Just as you clear the intersection your car coughs, sputters, dies, and you watch the chick in the import take off down the avenue. You coast your car safely to the shoulder of the road tune into 88.3 FM just in time to catch Nigel and Will on The Dragstrip.
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