I was just putting the finishing touches on a MacDonalds Sausage and Egg MacMuffin with Cheeze when Willis and the kid walked into the office, both looking a bit haggard after having pulled an all nighter.
Willis plopped out in an easy chair and flipped a piece of paper on the desk. "Well, we got 'er put together." He sounded tired and just a tad put out.
"What's this?" I asked reaching for the paper.
"Initial skidpad report. You sure about them specs?"
"I got the email right here..." I nodded at the CRT in front of me. "Let's see... yeah, here it is... 500 Hp, 3000 lbs on a Grand Sport Vette."
"Well, we done 'er. 496 ponies and weighs in at 3002."
"Sounds good, so what's the problem?"
"You're gonna be runnin' on May Pops. Check it out."
I looked the sheet over. Gs at 120 = 1.06.
"Damn! What happened?"
"Couldn't get close to those numbers without runnin' Y Rated rubber."
"Holy smokes..."
"Yeah, this thing ain't no better than one of them goofy missle builds them video gamers are all the time messing with."
Damn, headed back out to the track with another squirrel that prefers the weeds rather than the road.
"Well, I'll just take it easy and see if I can keep it between the ditches. I told Dirt I'd get in it, so that's that.
Eph nodded and groaned his self out of the easy chair, "Alrighty then. I'll go tell Eph to call up the Chevy dealership and have 'em order in a bunch of fenders and quarter panels for the thing, then I'm headed home to bed."
"Have a good one..."
1.06 on a 200 mph A Class car... I got out from behind the desk and walked into the locker room. I pulled my helmet out of the locker and gave it the once over, to make sure it didn't have any cracks in it.
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