The Drag Race
The boy in his car.
Tires spinning; burning rubber
Pulling up to the starting line
Revving the engine, purring like a lion
Red, yellow, green
with a squeal and a start the car pounces forward
it’s all about the reaction of the driver
and the acceleration of the finely tuned engine
fourteen seconds; one-fourth of a mile
the engine blows!
My son was racing his Monte Carlo and blew the engine last weekend. I seem to be having a hard time with fiction lately, but it’s a story in 55 words! If you have a 55, go tell G-Man.
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cool, love it,
beautiful tribe.
Happy Weekend.
bummer blowing an engine is a pain / back to the drawing board and another engine
thanks for the 55
hug a goat 4 me
whew…whole lot of fun though for those few seconds…ugh on the blown car…
Teresa…
Thank you for the great medicinal advice about kissing the Goat. I feel better already!
(But the goat died…:P)
Sorry about the Boy’s Monte Carlo, it must have had the small V-8.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
He had a totally rebuilt engine in it. I don’t know anything about engines, but there was nothing standard left there. So sorry to hear your illness was fatal to the goat!
Say it ain’t so.
Oh No! But a nice 55!