“I sure am!”
He opened the door for her, then walking around to his door he slipped behind the steering wheel. When he turned the key, the 351 Cleveland Engine sprung to life, made even livelier by the non-stock exhaust system.
He pulled out of the dirt drive-way, careful to not throw gravels and then straightened the car out onto the hardtop.
“Go ahead and kick it; I know you’re dying to,” she said.
He pushed the accelerator down quickly and felt his head pop back against the head-rest as the Goodyear tires found traction on the hardtop. He looked into the rear view mirror, filled with grey smoke from the spent tires. He let off and then just said, “Wow!”
She laughed, placed a cushion over the console, and then slid over next to him. He turned his head to see her looking at him,
