[ronzara]

I usually perform this routine:

Throw on either my "Real Men Drive Ford's" OR "Carrol Shelby For President" t-shirt and My Cobra Cap, .....then I tip toe to the garage to avoid the wife who has asked me to do a number a odd jobs due to the nice weather. (I live in Myrtle Beach, SC).

I slip into the garage and grab my keys from the rack... sheepishly grinning with my eye balls cutting left to right surveying my chances for a clean get away. I quietly lift the garage door..... All the while awaiting that Cobra-Interuptus Scream, "where do you think you're going".

I scurry over to the Cobra and slide in, burying the key in the ignition while simultaneously bumping the throttle connected to my Road Demon Carb. I flip the key ON and the dash lights up. Now I am ready for my escape.......

I pull the car into NEUTRAL and step back out. With one hand pulling the Rollbar, and the other on the Steering Wheel, I guide the car quietly out of the garage. Luckily my drive slopes downward,... So I hop in and pull the door shut as it begins to pick up speed.

I reach the mailbox just as I click my 4 point harness together. I bump the ignition and my 351W cracks to life. I stop and the end of the drive and look for on-coming.... CLEAR as the Blues Sky above.... I Turn left and Try to resist the urge to leave 2 black paths of evidence pointing the direction of my escape.... But the urge is overwelming and My tires erupting in a ploom of white smoke as I skate across the center line.

The pipes are roaring, tires are squeeling, Smoke is rolling,.. I shift in to 2nd and glance in the mirror to examine the carnage I have created with my Asphalt-Kicking serpent..... through the fog, I see the wife running down the drive , shaking her fist and saying......... something.........but....... " I CAN'T HEAR YOU, HONEY" .......... I'll Be Back SSSSSSsssssssoon