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Monday, March 7, 2016

427 Fairlane - Poetry - circa 1985

As I sit at the stop light in my 1966 Fairlane I listen to the slope or I get out of the kitten from the awesome street cam My 427 cubic inch was built to the hilt and nobody could lay a finger on this car at any time.

The light turned green and I popped my baby into first and showed the sparkling 1986 Corvette my rear bumper and license plate saying you lose. Reading 1st gear at 2:40 I popped into second squealing my tires loudly as I was thrown into the back of my seat. I just wanted to share the Corvette that cubic inches will always rule the road and also have powerful my sleeping beauty was as I pulled farther away.

3rd gear I hit 120 and headed out to the highway as I pushed the car into 4th gear. The music was blaring as landscapes passed by quickly outside my windows.

I lost vision of the vet by now and went flying by a cop in a Monte Carlo SS so I flipped my license plate electronically to buy by and he didn't even try to chase me or if he did I couldn't even tell because he got farther and farther away in my rearview mirror.

The blower on my engine was screaming so I slowed to 100 and set cruise control Mike Reger spinning fast on my Goodyear Eagle VRS heading for the Florida sunshine took it all quite well.

As I pass cars and listen to my radar detector the Sun was shining off my gloss black paint job and my red interior was getting hot. I cracked the window to let some cool air come in and refresh the interior.

I was making excellent time as I thought about my perfect driving record. After all, how could I get a ticket if nothing could catch me? I glanced at the gas gauge that was nearing half. 740 horses under the hood too short to drink a lot of gas. Luckily I hooked up my auxiliary gas tank in the trunk so the extra 40 gallon should help a lot.

As it got dark I became tired so I will creek up and told him to drive for a while and not to set the cruise control higher than 100 because I wanted to get to Florida soon but not faster than any of the airlines. He just said yeah right real funny and took it up to 160. We were running at 7000 not bad. This was the fastest it is gone. On its twenty thousand mile 427 cubic inch Rick said well there will be there soon go to sleep and get some rest... In quotation marks.

So that's the basic I can edit this make a more detailed story in the REC reference there is my best friend in high school he graduated 1985 so that place is this before then even or maybe right at 1985 r6 mention the reference of the Monte Carlo SS I'm thinking 1986 SS I love very beautiful car but I'm a car lunapic as you can tell so very juvenile irritant but innocent and good fun and possible with the type of stuff I'm thinking engine was back in that day via crazy engine but it would be a race engine but I'd love to build still.