Flash was the Chevrolet Chevelle I had won at the oldies invitational. She had four on the floor and and the SS 454 engine it had been cammed and had an upgraded dual exhaust. She looked stock till you opened the hood and found a nitrous system and a supercharger taking air in from the original cowl induction. She was fast and after I nailed the tune I planned to get a respray in French blue and change the stripes to white. I always felt better in that car but never really understood why... until now. Flash backed off and drove up to the three of us. The driver door swung open. We piled in and I took control. I floored it and hit 75 south for Atlanta. And as i drove Zelda seemed to look less and less trashed.
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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
