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You hear the approaching Hellcat exhaust note.....undeniably Hellcat....
Your heart quickens.....hands tighten around your ZL1's steering wheel....
Your buddy in the passenger seat say's..."Kill dat fat ass pig!!!"
You see the 4 Halo's coming up fast.....fast as all Hell.....
Your mind whispers to you.."It cant be coming that fast ..the calculations don't add up.....don't worry....it's not real."
But your eyes....ohhh your lying eyes.....see the demon...about to have you for a snack.......
No road course in sight....you think..."What the F do I do now!!!!"
Your heart is racing like mad.....gonna come out of your chest....Hurts like hell
Sweat pours down your face....this is real...this is no road course pleasure day ....
This counts.....The pressures on.....Damn!!!...you think...Where is the RING!!!!
The Hell demon is now upon you...FUK!!.....It's F'in Hemi Dave!!!...
Red light....side by side now....no one around....clear road...no intersection ahead....
.....You think...$hit no!!.....Oh HELL NO!.....
...Your boy see's your fear....he hears the Hellcat exhaust.... roar...and roar....glass cracks....buildings shake...
....Your ass puckers just a bit... just as your boys puckers.....
Why did you eat that burrito!?!? ............
You now realize that calculations don't mean $hit......but it's too late
You know you have 3 choices now.......
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One..... Witness a probable straight line ZL1 death.....Your ZL1....
......Two....Ask Dave to head over to the RING....(which you already have pre-loaded in your GPS for such a situation)
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Three...Turn left and say you don't street race......
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