Speed

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"Hey, Johnny, pass the booze!," yelled Matthews, or as everyone liked to call him, Sarge, with a slight grin on his face.

"Sure thing Sarge, just a sec!" I yelled back at him while fitting the rim into the tires of my brand new 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302.

I threw him a can of beer and, knowing that he can't catch, watched as it crashed on the floor splattering booze everywhere.

"Thank's man!"

I didn't pay him any attention. I was too busy getting the new bright red bucket racing seat off my friend Lobster's 2014 Dodge Ram SRT10 Longhorn 4x4 full-size pickup truck.

The Mustang was a beauty. Under the hood was a 650 brake horsepower 90 degree angle V8 with a Corvette ZR1 supercharger. We had modified the transmission to a six-speed all-wheel drive, tuning it to my preferred specifications. It was a two-seater with a nice box with a can of wet nitrous. We also removed the mufflers for increased horsepower.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned Lobster? He's a mechanical genius, an Albert Einstein for cars. He made all of this possible. His real name is Bill, though we call him Lobster because he used to work as a seafood chef, and one time the customer said he'll be back in an hour, and his shift was almost over, but the guy never came back. So he waited there for another hour before eating the lobster he had cooked for the guy. He was fired shortly after. Though he is a cool guy, short-tempered, but cool.

Sarge had just finished installing the seat and the racing seatbelt. The steering wheel was another racing essential.

"Say, Johnny, why don't you take it out for a spin? It'll be nice to know if you're missing any extra tuning." That was Lobster.

"Yea, okay. But we first need to install the windshield wipers."

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I strapped my seat belt into place, adjusted my seat and the wheel, and laid my feet on the pedals.

As soon as the cannon shot, I floored it, getting every bit of horsepower onto the wheels. In less than three seconds, it reached sixty miles per hour. The track was no longer than half a mile. Soon, I reached the half mile mark, with a speed of 174 miles per hour. Damn!

We left the track and went to the mile and a half track.

We found out the Mustang's top speed was 204 miles per hour. That's fast for a car from 1969.