Micheal Gleason, Mikey to his friends was a sworn adversary to Wesley. I got along with him just fine unless he brought up his raves or drugs. He had a 2005 Mustang convertible with a Ford GT V8 and an aftermarket nitrous kit. We had raced before and his sorry excuse for a racing convertible got taken to school. He gave me the classic ricer excuse, I missed second. I laughed at him for a week straight because I knew it was an automatic. As a result he promised that if he died the Mustang was mine clean and clear. Joking aside he was driving out late the night Wes and I raced. He was drunk on booze and high on reefer. When he saw the headlights of a old car gaining on him he felt a chill run up and down his body. He punched it. The GT engine bellowed and the supercharger whinned. He was easily doing 200 when he saw the car that was following him appear in his passenger side window. It was Wesley's car the evil 240z. She slamed into the side of Mikey's Mustang. He spun out in front of Zelda. She slams into the side of the Mustang. Mike flies out and gets crushed by his car and dies.
I got a call the next morning to come pick up my new car.
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My Buddy's Car
Mystery / ThrillerMy friend bought a 1972 Fairlady Z. I thought he bought a screaming metal death trap. Boy was I in for a shock
