i typed this as a reply in free-4-all and had to share it here.. im rather impressed with my self...

it was a dark and sultry evening.. the wide open lanes of the road called to me spread open; like a drunken women lustfully calling me to go faster... FASTER. and i turned my aluminum/pot metal alloy key in the ignition the starter turned fully extending my dendix unitll my spinning made contact with the ring gear almost as if for just a second.. a fleeting moment my motor was under pressure turning over and over striving to fire. as the engine came alive each rocker in my valley began spewing cool multi-viscosity oil all over my valves and guides.. i let it idle.. purring softly the exhuast emmiting a silent tune almost as to fool you that its not running.. i depressed the clutch pedal ever so gently feeling the reponse from my fluid engourged slave cylinder. as i slide my short shifter into first i gently rose my engine speed and began to slip my clutch all the way untill i was fully engaged. the car began to pull forward the exhaust growing louder.. LOUDEr.. almost moaning as i brought it up briskly to 7 thousand RPM.. and once agin depressing the clutch throwing it visciously into second and letting off my left foot... i slam the throttl down again..wind blowing in my hair.... as i motor down this lonely passage of highway i think to myself how with each passing line the car just seems to ask for more.. so more i push.. harder and harder...i run it all the way through 4th gear bringing the car close to its climax.. hit 7 grand again and push in the clutch..coast a bit .. then fifth. i ease off my right foot and let the car coast to 85mph.. it was a good run.. full of excitment... rushes.. fluids spewing... what more could i ask for? i slow up to a red light... letting the rpms drop to a mild idle... hot oil pulsating around my crank through my pump up my block and bathing my hot glowing rocker arms... as another car come up next to me.. he looks over.. with a blip of the gas i realize he is ready. the adrenaline pumps and my hands begin to tremble.. my right foot goes numb as the light for the other lanes goes yellow.. i bring to gas up to 3500 rpms and begin to let out the clutch ever so lightly.. as we creep past the white line i gaze into his hot cursed brake rotors... pff.. mustang i think to myself.. two races and his brake are toast.. as i chuckle under my breath.. the light glares green and i launch... with nothing but smoke int he rea view; mine form my tires.. his from his tailpipes.. the race begins and quickly escalates to 100mph.. as our front tires battle for an inchs worth of leeway.. i slam it through the gears and run it up to 120... i look over and by my door is his front tire.. he lets out beating and shamed.. i cruize on and stop at the next light.. exhausted from concentration i gaze over and give a sportsman-like nod.. a job well done.. maybe on another night.. another stretch of road....

 

Can you say MOVIE DEAL? =)

 

you know what would kick ass.. if this were a movie.. have this actually happen while this is narated over the footage.. that would look cool as hell.... oh well... a fleeting moment of provocative proponderance...