My cool Chevelle race story!
(BE WARNED: I wrote this a LONG time ago. It is kind of STUPID but I think it is cool)
As I pull up to the light in my 1970 Chevelle SS 454 LS-6 and Bob pulls up in his 5.0 Mustang. We both rev our engine and jump the gun waiting for the light to turn green. The light turns green and I release the clutch and slamming on the accelorator making my tires squeal and smoke. The cowl flap opens showing the muscle of the car. As I go from 0 to 80 in no time flat while waisting Bob at the light. While Bob was trying to find hi way out of the smoke; Hooty, trying to be cool, came flying behind Bob and hit him, totalling Bob's Mustang and and scratching his Camaro's paint. *back to the Chevelle* Then I see flashing red and blue lights in my rear view mirror so I decide to shift into 2nd leaving the cops in my smoke and dust. Then about 3 minutes later as I am reaching Cody (about 20 miles away) I find myself in front of a road block. I shift into 3rd and hit a dip in the road and fly over the road block. In mid air I hit my dixie horn *do-to-doo-do-dotodo-to* which made the cops REALLY mad.
By then I was running low on fuel so I called the Air Force on my CB radio requesting a fly-by re-fueling. The Air Force waiting at Metetse (did I spell that right? Oh, well) when I got there which was a long five minute drive I got refueled with "super premium" (or something like that).
After re-fueling I drove on passing all the cars from a cross-country race of all the exotic supercars (McLarin, Ferrari, Porche, Jag., etc.) Then
I wanted some speed so I shift into 4th. Now I am cruisin'! I get to Casper in 15 minutes (about 250 miles away) and had to get new tire since I had been spinning my tires ever since Powell. There were two black streaks on the road from Powell and smoke so thick that it was like fog, and the smell... (I won't go there).
From Casper I went on to Denver, then to Oklahoma City, then to New York City. I did the whole trip in about 42 minutes. When I got to New York I went to the local Wal-Mart and got a Pepsi.
Then I decided to go home. When I got back Bob was still trying to find were I went. Then we decided to race again!