My Buddy's Car

Highway to The Danger Zone

One more promise had to be kept before I could wash my hands of the stupid Fairlady. We had to race. I told Wes that if he ever got a car worth running against the Camaro I'd race him. No matter how much I hated Zelda, I knew she was worthy of running with my Camaro. We lined up on a stretch of deserted road outside of town. Jackson, a friend of ours was in my car. "Johnny", he said to me, "that car is gonna kill someone". That's when we got to the starting place where he hid his truck. He walked around the front of my Camaro. The race was to be a point to point, from this spot to my church. I was confident in my ability to beat Zelda and Wes, but I still felt nervous about that infernal car being behind me all the way to church. Either way, the promise had been made and the race was imminent, so I had to drive the fears from my head. Jack pulled out a dirty oil stained rag and held it up. The race would begin as soon as he brought it down. When the rag dropped, so did my gas pedal. The Camaro sat back on its haunches and shot off the line. Zelda, however, didn't hesitate at all. She was gone in a flash, boasting the Skyline twin turbo engine Wes had shoe-horned in under the hood. It was putting out 436 horsepower. My Camaro could catch him putting out 746 horsepower. Ol'Blue caught Zelda halfway there. We flew by at 190, and a minute later I slid into the church parking lot. Jackson was waiting with his truck. He took the short route through town. Zelda arrived soon after and as soon as her front tires hit the parking lot her engine cut off.