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Frank was finally coming out of the gas station. He gets in and starts to say something about cruising the strip a few more times when Will smacks him in the back of the head from the back seat. “Shut up, we got a race” “Really? With who” “Him” I say as I point to the Monte. “OH SHIT! We cant, he’s got a big block and he’s gonna kill us!” Once again Will smacks him in the back of the head. “You got to have faith playa, and you have to hand over your cash” “WHAT!?” exclaims Frank “Yeah” I said “We bet 500 bucks we could beat him to Springhill Drive. “500 BUCKS!? JESUS CHRIST” cried Frank. “SHUT UP AND HAND IT OVER!” yelled Will, we aint gonna lose anyway. “We aint gonna lose right?” Will says looking at me “Not if we have anything to do with it,” I said as I petted my dashboard. “Well we had better not, my parents will freak if I blow my entire paycheck on this.” “Look, Shawn put in 100, and I put in 100, that’s only 300 to you,” said Will “If that’s your whole paycheck then you need a better job. Or you need to quit blowing your money on gay porn” “Funny, real funny limp dick” retorted Frank as he forked over the cash “We had better win this is all I’m saying. “We will,” I said as my baby rumbled to life “We will” The streetlights glistened as we pulled back onto the strip. I was nervous, although I didn’t show it. I’d never opened her up for that long. She was still new. Would she handle it? Will something fail? Is she fast enough? Will the tranny hold? All these questions raced through my mind as we turned onto the main highway back towards home. Both the Monte and I drove normal at first, barely cracking the speed limit (the strip was no where to get caught speeding). As we came to the first traffic light, it was green so we just cruised straight on through. “COME ON, COME ON PUNCH IT!!!” yelled Will from the back seat. “Easy Tonto” I said as I slowly accelerated The Monte sped up to match my speed. Slowly we played this game until we were cruising at about 70-mph. When suddenly I hear from the Monte. “NOT BAD FOR A LITTLE 305” and all of a sudden that beast came alive and flew past us. “GO! GO! GO!” exclaimed Will and Frank at the same time. “OH HELL NO!” I yelled as I put the gas peddle to about ľ of the way down. The Grand Prix did just what I had hoped. She reared up and dropped into passing gear and began to catch up without any problem at all. “HOLY SHIT!” yelled Frank as the car easily sped up hitting 75…..80…..85 mph “YEAH YEAH…GET EM GET EM!” chimed in Will as we passed the Monte Carlo as if they were sitting still. “How fast are we going?” asked Frank “I don’t really know….the speedometer only goes up to 85….probably around 110” I said as I just watched the needle dangle.