It has been a day of complete shit. My footsteps feel heavy on the hot asphalt and I can see the waves of heat rising off the parking lot. A small drop of sweat starts to work its way from the middle of my back down to my waist. I unlock the door and slide into the driver's seat.
It feels like it is 200 degrees inside and I roll down the window. The sound of the key sliding into the ignition always interests me, a quite metallic click as the key hits the stop. I lightly push in the gas pedal and turn the ignition on...... it is amazing how fast this car starts. You can hear maybe one turn of the crank, the chugging of the pistons as they start to move up and down, and the engine completely roars to life. The sound of the 400 cubic inch Pontiac roaring to life through the headers, down the exhaust and out the tail pipe makes me smile. It does that every time. I pull the shifter into reverse and back the car into the lot. It always feels like the car is a racehorse, straining at the reins, waiting for the jockey to let it go and let it run free. I move it into low and idle up to the main street beside the lot. I think about easing out onto the street but say fuck it, and punch the gas pedal to the floor. The back of the car loads with horsepower and rises a couple inches as the wheels start screaming on the concrete apron. The car pushes upwards to 4,500 rpms and white smoke starts to billow out behind me. With the posi rear end, the car feels like it is riding on butter and it slides gracefully out into the street, screaming with horsepower as the tires search for traction. I bump it into 2nd and feel a massive lurch forward and get pushed back into the driver's seat. I grab a little traction but not much, and the tires scream louder as the rpm's continue to increase. I bump the tranny into 3rd and finally grab traction. By now I am going 50 in a 30, and the car is roaring up the side street towards the main steet.
I let off at 60 and the engine eases down back towards idle, and rolls up to the stop light. I am grinning like a stupid kid. A stupid kid driving a 400 horsepower car. I don't really care now about how crappy my day was, and slide on my sun glasses and ease out onto Main. The heat pounds the side of my face through the driver's side window it feels great. When the light turns green I ease up to 30 and the warm air dries the sweat on my forehead.
What a great day.
It feels like it is 200 degrees inside and I roll down the window. The sound of the key sliding into the ignition always interests me, a quite metallic click as the key hits the stop. I lightly push in the gas pedal and turn the ignition on...... it is amazing how fast this car starts. You can hear maybe one turn of the crank, the chugging of the pistons as they start to move up and down, and the engine completely roars to life. The sound of the 400 cubic inch Pontiac roaring to life through the headers, down the exhaust and out the tail pipe makes me smile. It does that every time. I pull the shifter into reverse and back the car into the lot. It always feels like the car is a racehorse, straining at the reins, waiting for the jockey to let it go and let it run free. I move it into low and idle up to the main street beside the lot. I think about easing out onto the street but say fuck it, and punch the gas pedal to the floor. The back of the car loads with horsepower and rises a couple inches as the wheels start screaming on the concrete apron. The car pushes upwards to 4,500 rpms and white smoke starts to billow out behind me. With the posi rear end, the car feels like it is riding on butter and it slides gracefully out into the street, screaming with horsepower as the tires search for traction. I bump it into 2nd and feel a massive lurch forward and get pushed back into the driver's seat. I grab a little traction but not much, and the tires scream louder as the rpm's continue to increase. I bump the tranny into 3rd and finally grab traction. By now I am going 50 in a 30, and the car is roaring up the side street towards the main steet.
I let off at 60 and the engine eases down back towards idle, and rolls up to the stop light. I am grinning like a stupid kid. A stupid kid driving a 400 horsepower car. I don't really care now about how crappy my day was, and slide on my sun glasses and ease out onto Main. The heat pounds the side of my face through the driver's side window it feels great. When the light turns green I ease up to 30 and the warm air dries the sweat on my forehead.
What a great day.