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The group huddled around in a circle, trying to block the chilly November air, shooting the bull as usual.
“Here he comes,” said Chris
Josh wheeled the Omega into the parking lot and gave a hard rev that sent leaves scattering across the lot. The whole gang was there. Chris, Ben, and Kev. A rather unlikey bunch, some considered them dinosaurs. Unwilling to give up there precious muscle cars. Chris was the only one with a car made in the last 20 years. But his 87 GT was far from anything high tech. Chris was a sharp witted guy, the kind of guy that knew when you were wrong and let you know it. He claimed a mostly stock ride, but judging by his list of kills, that was far from true. Ben was Josh’s best friend, ever since 5th grade. His was the joker of the bunch, but was nothing but serious when it came to his car. A 69 fastback that looked fast and was even faster. Kev was the outsider of the bunch, a Chevy owner. He showed up one day and never left. His ride was a 68 Camaro. Long, low, and one killer street machine. He claimed low 13’s, but he was well into the 11’s. Then of course there was Josh, and his Olds. The Olds was a throw back to the days of hard core street racing. Big cam, big carb, and a even bigger motor. He never let on what it ran, but most guessed it had the ability to run into the single digits. It was every thing civilized people hated. Loud, low, and obnoxious
“There’s a guy lookin for ya Josh,” said Ben “Some new guy in a 97 Cobra. He burnt Kev already, burnt him bad. He’s fast, says he’s lookin for ya”
“Well if he can’t find me, then he ain’t worth runnin” spouted off Josh
Just then, a roar erupted up the street. A bright red Cobra thundered up the street. A local street racer, Boomer, in his LS-1 WS-6 was in hot pursuit, but getting no where
fast. The gang, looked at Josh, then at the bright red bullet as he easily pulled away from the Trans Am, a known 11 second car. Josh, sipped down the last of his Dr. Pepper, all the while staring at the new comer as he thundered past.
“Come on guys, what say we all go get a burger”
Kev and Chris piled into Kev’s car and Ben jumped into the Olds with Josh. Tony’s, was the local hang-out, best fast food joint in town. Along the front row, racers parked according to their et. Josh’s, of course, being first. Josh rounded the corner and whipped into Tony’s parking lot. Then he turned red, nearly as read a the Cobra in his spot. He stared as the driver of the Cobra as he calmly sipped on a coke. The Cobra driver stared back, then calmly tipped his hat. Josh, steaming mad, buried the throttle. The Olds kicked sideways, leaving 75 foot black marks as he blasted out of the parking ot. The Cobra followed in hot pursuit. The light up ahead turned red, the Olds ground to a stop, the Cobra gliding in beside it.
“Man, I’ve heard this was the fastest car in town. But THIS can’t be the car, it must be you beater. I’m almost embarrassed sitting beside it,” shouted the Cobra owner
“It’ll hold it own,” Josh calmly replied.
Josh, glanced around, it was about 1/8 mile to the next red light, but not his choice for a race, there was too much crusin going on tonight. The Cobra taced it’s motor up, rattling the windows of cars passing by.
“Man, why don’t you take that little thing out and beat up on some rice, then come back and see me when you win some races”
“Your right, I need to win some more races. I think I’ll start with your piece of ****”
Josh was genuinely offended now and the Olds answered back the Cobra’s roar.
“Lets see just how fast this punk is,” Josh said to Ben
The light flashed green, and both cars dug in. The Cobra lunged out of the hole, while the Omega’s cheater slicks, fought for traction. Top of first and they were even, shift second and the Cobra gained 1/4 a car, but by the top of second the Olds had reeled him back in. Then light ahead flashed yellow and Josh stabbed the brakes. The Cobra stayed on it and blasted through the red light
“Damn that guys fast!” shouted Ben
“Yea, but he’s stupid”, retorted Josh, rolling a tooth pick between his teeth.