Sitting in my car, listening to the sound of 300 horses yurning to run rampid, I notice a new patch of freshly laid asphalt. Gingerly, I crept up on the virgin territory. The smell of tar still thick in the air.
Without so much as a warning, I stomped on the gas, and heard the familiar sound of screaming tires and raging anger.
As I listen to the sounds of my personal symphany, I imagine what ancient cultures would think if I were to travel back in time. Would I be a God, or a Demon?
A Demon, for sure. For I am HorsePower, and I am angry.
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The Black Mamba 11.2@124 Not running, engine being pulled. 351 going in with blower.
94 Cobra- MAC cold air fender kit, Motorsport underdrive pulley's, MAC 21/2" off-road H pipe, SVO mufflers, 3.73 gears, E-303 cam, 13.417@101.335mph