come around a bend and theres gramps in the buick tooling along with the AM playing.. i read the back of it ..." supercharged " in big chrome lettering ... well after a few miles of 45mph i pull out and casualy pass him... its dark but as i pass my head lights light up inside his car and he looks over at me.. he looks about 90..like he just turned over in the grave i think to my self " that old bag has NEVER got on it with that super charger... that car has probably never been floored "
well i get on by him and get back up to speed... bout 70ish.. and i look up in the mirror back at gramps.. suddenly i see his head lights left up and the car squat down.... then i realise hes gaining on me... FAST well i down shift pick it up to about 90... gramps aint letting up... pushing about 100... suddenly he swings out and trys to pass me !!! im thinking this old mans got a death wish.. he gets up along side of me and ive got the windows down.. air rushing in like mad and i can still hear the stinking super charger whineing and the engien screaming... we keep on getting on it.. up to about 120 now... me and the buick are dead even at the top of 4th and i see a car up ahead comign stright at gramps... right as im about to give up and let gramps pass he lets off.... and dissapears back behind me.. hahaha i look down and im over 120 by about 5 or 10 mph.... haha gramps had some balls!! and i learned never to underestimate even the oldest racers.