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A woman stepped up as I was still talking with Brent.

I looked at her and she smiled.

"My son said that you would let him ride in your car. Is that true?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am. I told him to ask you when he said that I'd be able to get new tires for it in the city." I said.

"Well. I deeply apologize for my husband's behavior.

Jeffrey can tell you where our house is.

Whatever it costs, take this with you, and keep what's left." She handed me a segmented gold bar.

Turning to her son, she said.

"Now, Jeffrey. Behave for the nice lady, alright?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." He said.

So... his mother's not bad at all.

I introduced Jeffrey to Brent.

"Heya sport. I use to own this car 300 years ago.

Miss Josie, here, really knows her stuff.

Just about anything you wanna know, she can tell you better than I can." Brent said through the radio.

We all sat around chatting until we decided to leave.

Jeffrey got into the passenger's seat and his dad came storming toward us.

His mother, Diana, stepped in front of him and shouted at him to stop.

I started the engine and put the transmission in first after pressing the clutch.

We took off and the 5.9 liter V-8 sounded just as gorgeous as the rest of the car looked.

I did what my dad called walking the car.

Instead of pressing the accelerator to gain speed before shifting, I let the engine get up to idle in each gear before shifting.

When I got onto the road, I was in 3rd gear at idle and going 37 miles per hour.

I hadn't even shifted to fourth yet...

I asked Brent why it was going so fast at idle and he laughed.

"The owner before me was a huge fanatic about gear ratios. Every single vehicle he owned, this one included, could be driven more than 30 miles per gallon of gasoline at 80 miles per hour.

If you wanted to leave someone behind in a race, you could do it... as soon as you caught up.

Acceleration is abysmal but, top end speed and fuel economy were all the guy cared about anyway.

Hell, when I test drove this car, he was driving back and a guy in a late model mustang shot past us.

He said "catch you later" and we were flying at 270 miles per hour when we passed that mustang about three minutes later.

The engine was only turning about 4,700 RPM, if I remember correctly."

"Wow."

"Oh, hey. You rebuilt the engine.

You saw the front suspension, right?"

"Yes. What are the cables and pulleys for?" I asked.

"They're attached to the T-handle under the dash.

You pull that handle and it pulls the front of the car down while raising the rear.

The guy installed that to prevent the car from planing.