Exhaust notes
I head into the cloverleaf. The sales twit clutched the door handle as I dive the car into the bank. I saw the apex, and before I could think about it, the car was already there. Adding gas, there was only a slight chirp from the tires, as I shot out onto the freeway faster than I ever had, at least under my own wheel, before.
I was buying one of these damn things.
Oh, and
I was buying one of these damn things.
Oh, and
Last edited by UnkieTrunkie; Apr 4, 2017 at 09:20 PM. Reason: Respect mah authoritah!






