Blondy was bumper to bumper on the Greasers chevy, pressuring him to keep up his speed, forcing him to steer wide on the curve. When the chevy clipped the shoulder with it's right rear tire, Grease downshifted to hold the road and Blondy shot by, the soft slicks screaming in protest. When the road straightened a bit, Blondy took a peek in the mirror to see Greaser smile and flip him the bird. The Plymouth was far back now.

If Blondy could keep them 2 seconds back when he hit Windy Point, he felt he had them. If he had the Chevy by 200 feet when they rounded Deadman's Curve, even with all the Greaser's heavy metal thunder, he could never catch the vette.

Got a tombstone heart and a graveyard mind...Just 22 and I don't mind dyin