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Two Lane Blacktop Novel

I'd love a story about this paasage from http://www.allpar.com/WEDGE.HTML. Always loved the stories about the 413 and 426 wedges from the early 60's. (Who didn't?)

"In June of 1957 the AMA (Automobile Manufacturing Association), fearing a government and public outcry over safety issues, passed a ban on all factory-sponsored racing activities. Compliance with this ban did not last long [and did not prevent automakers from adding power to their engines]. In 1960, Ford was the first to defy the order, by producing the "Special Power" 352 CID engine. Chevrolet and Pontiac also jumped into the fray with 409s and "Tri-power" carb setups. This not only garnered attention on the racetrack, but also generated a lot of "image" and subsequent sales at the dealerships. Mopar had no such "image" product at the time. As Chrysler's Dick Maxwell stated in a 1984 interview, "We were virtually invisible on the street." However, these packages were not strictly engineered for racing, and often lost to more "pedestrian" Mopar 383s on both the track and the street.

Very interesting I will have to read about that. So is he saying that the big block cars were losing to the Mopar powered 383 family type cars? I will read it and see what I come up with.

I do have an idea for the silver Bullet GTX that will be based off of fiction and rumors because I'm not sure of any of it being proven fact.
 
I use to do allot of street racing, when I was younger, before I got smart & graduated to the race track exclusively, too much to loose on a street race, I traveled the west coast to street race, for some big {for me anyway} money many times, mostly in the Northern & Southern Calif. areas in the mid 70's -80's, the biggest problem I see is the short stories about a street race, will only take a single page to two pages max or so even double spaced, unless it's fictional & is highly embellished or lies, unless maybe you start the story from conception of the project, car or trip, or maybe give a detailed background story on every character/subject, they won't be very long stories otherwize... There are a few stories already here on FBBO, won't make for a book thou, unless it's a very short book, more like a page per story max & 100+ stories... I thought of writing a book about all the street racing in the Concord, Walnut Creek area of the East Bay of NorCal S.F. Bay Area, you would need to use fictitious names on some of the stories or just 1st names, most people didn't know, or remember someones last name, or don't want their names used, you would need permission, mostly they remembered the cars, sometimes racing 3 nights a week 1 night in Concord, 1 night in Walnut Creek, 1 night in either Pittsburgh, Antioch, Fairfield, Modesto or Sacramento, even in my early years H.S. years in Shingle Springs, Diamond Springs, Placerville, Auburn & Georgetown foothill areas, that's all just in central NorCal for years at-least 74-87 or so, then I grew up, raced at the track, some guys never did... Good luck, Have fun writing the book, that's just my thoughts on the subject...

Meep-meep and I have swapped some stories about growing up in the Concord area and some of the street races that went on weekly there. I think Meep was in high school in the early '80's with his '68 RR that he still owns. Hopefully he'll chime in here with a story or two. I was in high school from '85-'89 and into cars then, driving a 327 powered 4 speed Impala that was pretty good, but not super fast. I was always into the scene though and admiring my friends that had faster cars. At the time I didn't spend the time or money to make my car any better than stock, but it was good enough for me. One angle you could use in some of your stories could be from the viewpoint of a guy like that who loves the old cars and either has a junker or a sleeper car that he finally gets pumped up. Talk about details of what he admires about the cars he sees running and how in the beginning he's blown away by the speed of a car or two he sees and how it motivates him to want to race and be part of it all. Maybe one of those guys with a bad-*** car takes him under his wing and shows him some performance tricks...Witnessing some street races back in the day definitely contributed to increasing my interest in the muscle-car enthusiasm that my father passed on to me at an early age.

When I think of street races I've seen or been involved in, the memorable ones were usually not stop-light to stop-light. They were on long dark straight-aways in rural areas. I have one story where I was in a buddy's car and we were out on Marsh Creek road past Clayton (east bay past Concord in Northern California, 40 min east of San Francisco) on a straight-away by the farms (weekly late night race spot we frequented) and about a hundred cars got blocked in by cop cars on both sides and a helicopter spotlight overhead in a planned sting operation. We were on one end of the pack. Me and my good friend had went out that night with one of his other friends that had a 318 powered plymouth Fury III - I think it was a '68 or '69? Anyway, it was one of the first mopars I had got to ride in, but this car was a dog and he didn't have it well maintained. It was billowing smoke and slow as hell. We got there early with that car around 11pm and nobody else was there yet, so this guy decides to make a couple of test passes up and down the road and we were kind of making fun of the car's performance. After the 4th run, he pulls the car over and parks it on the side of the road. Within 45 min the street was full in the pitch black darkness and with about 60 cars there, the first two cars square off and race. When the next two cars square off, out of nowhere comes the chopper spotlight and cop cars from both sides and over the P.A. we hear "freeze, everyone stay where they are!" Our car was on one end of the entire pack, which meant we got searched first and got to leave first (thankfully). One cop was videotaping as they questioned us and all I could think about was that my dad was going to see me on "Cops". As a matter of fact, my buddy Mark stupidly was singing "bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?" as they were filming and questioning us. I was pretty nervous! The cop says, "whatcha boys doin' out here 2nite?" I'm like, "uh, we just came out to see some old cars!" The cop didn't buy it of course and he says, "we even saw one yahoo that was here an hour earlier than everyone else racing his car up and down the road 4 times!" HA HA that was us! I specifically didn't get busted that night (was 18 yrs old) - they were mainly frisking people and warning us and making us all disperse, then on the way back out of the canyon down through Clayton they had 2 more cops waiting and pulling over each of us again. It took them 30 minutes to search this guys car because he had 2 tires in the trunk, tons of used car parts and tools in the trunk and back seat (no wonder the car was slow!) The cop thought for sure he was going to find some drugs or alcohol and told the guy to fess up. He said, no way man, nothing illegal in this car! The cop went through about half of the trunk and observing all of the junk, he just shook his head and told us to get out of there.

Not fun, but law enforcement and the suspense of getting caught is definitely a portion of the stories that you should incorporate.

Can't wait to hear what you come up with!
 
Meep-meep and I have swapped some stories about growing up in the Concord area and some of the street races that went on weekly there. I think Meep was in high school in the early '80's with his '68 RR that he still owns. Hopefully he'll chime in here with a story or two. I was in high school from '85-'89 and into cars then, driving a 327 powered 4 speed Impala that was pretty good, but not super fast. I was always into the scene though and admiring my friends that had faster cars. At the time I didn't spend the time or money to make my car any better than stock, but it was good enough for me. One angle you could use in some of your stories could be from the viewpoint of a guy like that who loves the old cars and either has a junker or a sleeper car that he finally gets pumped up. Talk about details of what he admires about the cars he sees running and how in the beginning he's blown away by the speed of a car or two he sees and how it motivates him to want to race and be part of it all. Maybe one of those guys with a bad-*** car takes him under his wing and shows him some performance tricks...Witnessing some street races back in the day definitely contributed to increasing my interest in the muscle-car enthusiasm that my father passed on to me at an early age.

When I think of street races I've seen or been involved in, the memorable ones were usually not stop-light to stop-light. They were on long dark straight-aways in rural areas. I have one story where I was in a buddy's car and we were out on Marsh Creek road past Clayton (east bay past Concord in Northern California, 40 min east of San Francisco) on a straight-away by the farms (weekly late night race spot we frequented) and about a hundred cars got blocked in by cop cars on both sides and a helicopter spotlight overhead in a planned sting operation. We were on one end of the pack. Me and my good friend had went out that night with one of his other friends that had a 318 powered plymouth Fury III - I think it was a '68 or '69? Anyway, it was one of the first mopars I had got to ride in, but this car was a dog and he didn't have it well maintained. It was billowing smoke and slow as hell. We got there early with that car around 11pm and nobody else was there yet, so this guy decides to make a couple of test passes up and down the road and we were kind of making fun of the car's performance. After the 4th run, he pulls the car over and parks it on the side of the road. Within 45 min the street was full in the pitch black darkness and with about 60 cars there, the first two cars square off and race. When the next two cars square off, out of nowhere comes the chopper spotlight and cop cars from both sides and over the P.A. we hear "freeze, everyone stay where they are!" Our car was on one end of the entire pack, which meant we got searched first and got to leave first (thankfully). One cop was videotaping as they questioned us and all I could think about was that my dad was going to see me on "Cops". As a matter of fact, my buddy Mark stupidly was singing "bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?" as they were filming and questioning us. I was pretty nervous! The cop says, "whatcha boys doin' out here 2nite?" I'm like, "uh, we just came out to see some old cars!" The cop didn't buy it of course and he says, "we even saw one yahoo that was here an hour earlier than everyone else racing his car up and down the road 4 times!" HA HA that was us! I specifically didn't get busted that night (was 18 yrs old) - they were mainly frisking people and warning us and making us all disperse, then on the way back out of the canyon down through Clayton they had 2 more cops waiting and pulling over each of us again. It took them 30 minutes to search this guys car because he had 2 tires in the trunk, tons of used car parts and tools in the trunk and back seat (no wonder the car was slow!) The cop thought for sure he was going to find some drugs or alcohol and told the guy to fess up. He said, no way man, nothing illegal in this car! The cop went through about half of the trunk and observing all of the junk, he just shook his head and told us to get out of there.

Not fun, but law enforcement and the suspense of getting caught is definitely a portion of the stories that you should incorporate.

Can't wait to hear what you come up with!

Very cool and thanks for shairing that with me. I like hearing about peoples experinces and it will help in my writing some good stories....I hope. I really liked yours and would love to hear more.

Yeah I can see adding getting caught or busted or about to be busted would be good to add in. I'm trying to get some free time to write a couple of stories and I will post one or two here when I do and get everyones take on them. I have to re-write a good bit of my romance novel (Shaking head WHY DID I VENTURE INTO THAT WORLD) and I'm about 7500 hundred words away from having my zombie novel done and ready to send out. I will go back over it and flesh it out a little and then send it to my editor.

I should post a little of it and see what you guys think I do have the guy driving a 70 Challenger R/T that is a Hemi four speed car. I wont say what happens to it....LOL.
 
Okay everyone, here is some of the zombie novel I've been working on and I'm less then eight thousand words from being novel length. I thought I would post a little of it with the Challenger and see what you think. I also have not went over this for any errors and I have no outline in how or what happens. So here it is.

The two girls made their way over the roof and onto the garage. He could see what looked to be a skylight in the roof. The young woman made it over to them as she pulled the hatch open and looked down inside and back at him “It looks clear.” She said as he took a knee beside her.

“I will go down in and check it out and if it is clear we can get the hell out of here.” He said looking at her as she nodded in agreement.

He stuck his head in and peered around hoping that nothing awaited him. He popped back up fast and looked at his ex-wife “That is my Challenger!” he said as a big smile crept onto his face.

“No **** Sherlock.” She said with a small chuckle as she looked over at him. “I didn’t sell it like I told you I did.” He just looked at her with a shocked look.

He moved taking off his backpack to make his way down into the garage “When I get it all checked out you can drop this down to me along with the other packs and then the girls and you.” He said looking at her.

He leaned over to the two little girls and gave them each a hug and a kiss “I love you and I’m so proud of you both.” He said as he dropped down into the garage. He landed on both feet holding his 1911 up and at the ready.

He moved around the garage with the last of the day’s sun helping lead the way. The garage was very quiet and the hair on the back of his neck stood up on end. He found a light switch and flipped it on as he turned around making sure nothing snuck up on him when he wasn’t looking.

“John! John is everything okay.” She said as she leaned in looking down at him.

“Yeah everything is okay.” He said looking up at her as he holstered his gun. He walked over to the skylight and looked up at her “Go ahead and drop the stuff down to me. I will throw it in the car and then we can get the girls and you down her.” He said as he walked back over to the car.

He ran his hands down the body of the 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T. The white paint shinned like it was new and the chrome sparkled with the light bouncing off of it. He opened the door up and put his pack inside it.

The sound of the other packs hitting the floor brought him out of his daydream state. He grabbed those quickly and loaded them up. He could see his wife watching him as he packed the car “You ready for the girls.” She asked him “Hold on one second let me get the latter in the coroner.” He said as he disappeared.

The latter banged on the edge of the skylight as he wife stuck her head back through “They are coming down.” She said as he nodded his head to her in acknowledgement. The first of the girls to come down was his oldest. He just looked at her as she made her way down. His thoughts drifted back to the day she was born and he wondered where the time had done and he silently promised to himself that he would never leave them again.

“Dad you want me to help hold the ladder?” she asked him as he hugged her.

He looked up at his wife and motioned her to send the other girl down. “No sweetie I have it and it is okay. I want you to go ahead and get in the car.” He said smiling at her as she got inside the Challenger.

The young girl made her way down and into the car with her sister as their Mother started lowering the rifles down to their father. He took them and sat them beside the car and went back over and held the ladder as she made her way down.

Her hands were a little sweaty as she gripped each rung on the ladder. She was at the last of them when her hand slipped and she fell into his arms “So is this you falling for me again?” he asked with a grin on his face.

She looked at him and gave him a wry grin “Not if you were the last man on earth.” She said as he put her down on her feet.

“Good thing I’m not the last man on earth then.” He said as he bent over and picked up the rifles handing her one.

They both walked over to the car and got in. The young man took one last look around and could see the button on the far wall that would open the garage doors. He put his AK-47 and the full auto M4 rifle into the car beside him and his ex-wife.

“I need to run over and hit the button on the wall for the garage doors.” He said looking at his wife.

He was just about to run over and do that “You don’t have to do that.” She said as he peered back into the car. “I have the door opener right here in my hand and the keys are in the ignition.” She said pointing to them.

“I saw the keys but not the door opener.” He said winking her.

The young man crawled inside the car and shut the door. They could hear the infected screaming outside. He looked into the rearview mirror at his two girls and just smiled at them. He looked over at his ex-wife and reached down to the four speed pistol grip shifter and put it in neutral.

He pushed the clutch back in and his foot on the break as he reached up to the ignition switch. He felt the car come to life with the 426 cubic inch HEMI. The radio came on as the car fired up making them all jump. The song blared out “I’m on the highway to hell.” He reached for the nob and turned it down.

They all took in a deep breath as he looked at his wife “That was perfect timing for that song. I’m glad Bob had good taste in music.” He said as he revved the motor up “So you going to open the door or should I just drive through it.” He said as she gave him the finger and hit the button. The doors started to open up “That’s the woman I fell in love with right there.” He said putting the car into first gear as she just glared at him.

Harrisonburg, Virginia
July 5th 8:00 p.m.

The infected swarmed the garage doors as they started to open. He punched the pedal to the floor as the door went all the way up. The infected in front of him took the blow as he rolled over them going down the long driveway. He could feel each thud as their bodies went under the car.

The white paint on the hood was now mixed with a crimson red. He looked all around him as he shifted gears. He could see the end of the driveway as he hit fourth gear. He punched the gas pedal a little more as he down shifted to third gear and touched the brake pedal as he pushed in the clutch. The Challenger went into a slide as he turned the car to the right giving it some more gas as he controlled the car.

The Challenger was still drifting when he caught a glimpse of the Humvee parked out front of the house “Oh ****! We have company.” He said as he punched the gas pedal to the floor shifting to fourth gear.

The young woman looked out the back glass and then back at her ex-husband. She could see the look on his face and she knew it he was now worried once again. They came to the end of the street as they slide around the turn into a controlled drift.

“I wish we had a CB radio.” He said as he kept looking at the road trying to find his quickest way out of the neighborhood.

She reached up to the glove box and opened it “I think we do from a trip we took a few weeks back.” She said as she pulled out some hand held CB radios.

He looked over at her and then at the radios. He noticed they were not the cheap hand held ones that Wal-Mart sold. The lights bounced off the rearview mirror as he started to speak “Turn them onto the police ban channel.” He said as she turned them on.

He kept looking behind him as the lights started to grow bigger in his mirror. The long straight stretch was giving the Humvee a chance to keep the Challenger in range. He was worried about how close they were getting. The Humvee would never catch challenger but the fifty caliber mounted to its roof would catch up to them with no problem.

“…..John will know what to do about that. I think we should wait one and try to regroup.” The voice on the other end of the radio said “Where is he? I thought you guys were together.” The other voice answered. There was a long pause on the radio as they listened and waited for the next words “He is saving his family and sent us on ahead. Look Deputy I do not have time to dick around talking right now. I have a few of these bastards on my *** that I’m trying to shake.” He said as the crackling sound of static came across the radio. “Roger that! I will be waiting for your signal when you are ready.” The Deputy answered him.

The young woman looked over at him and then back to the radio “Who are they” she asked as the fifty caliber opened fire on them from behind. The young man swerved the car trying to not give them an easy target.

The Dodge Challenger leaped forward as he looked in the rear view mirror. The Humvee was far enough behind him that he didn’t have to worry about them catching him, but the bullets being fired could hit them and tear the car apart.

“That was Roscoe and the Deputy at the Sheriff’s department.” He said looking at her as he looked in the mirror and swerved again. “They have been helping me all day, well Roscoe and a young boy named Tommy. The Deputy is someone I found on the radio and that is where we are heading.” He said as she just looked at him.

The young man couldn’t tell if she was exhausted or in shock at the way she looked at him. The street they were on was now filling up from the traffic that had stopped. The old burned out cars that lined the highway made them have to slow down as he down shifted the car.

The Humvee made up some ground on them as he went around each car trying to make each turn a little faster. The infected could hear the gun fire and the roar of the motor from the two vehicles as they made their way out onto the street. “Look out John!” she yelled as he swerved clipping a group of infected with the rear quarter panel of the Challenger.

He looked over at his ex-wife and then back at his two girls “Okay listen up everyone.” He said as he shifted the car back into third and then into fourth gear “We are heading to the Sheriff’s Department down town.” Looking at each one of them as he kept talking “I don’t know what it is like there or how many of the infected are awaiting us but I do know if we don’t go there and get help we do not stand a chance.” He said as he went around two stalled cars sitting in the middle of the highway.

“Do you think that is wise?” she asked him as she reached back and took the two girls hands.

The infected started to fill the streets with the sound of the 426 Hemi motor ringing out and the fifty caliber machine gun firing at them from behind. They knew that dinner awaited them and it was only a matter of time.

“I do think it is wise and it is really our only choice.” He said looking her as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor. “If we don’t do this I’m out of ideas of where to run.” He said holding onto the steering wheel with both hands gripped tight.

“I’m going with Dad.” The older of the two said as she looked up into the mirror at him.

He could see out of the coroner of his eyes the look on his ex-wife’s face. The look was one of knowing the girl was right and one of being worried about what lied ahead of them. “Jessica we will go with your father.” She said as she touched his arm.

He took a quick look over at her and nodded as he kept driving. The Humvee was in his rear view mirror and he could see them ramming the cars that stood in their way. The cities lights were just now starting to come on as the sun was starting its final descent of the day.

“I can’t shake them!” he said as he made a turn off the highway and onto a smaller road. The sounds of the tires breaking lose on the pavement as he drifted around the turn. The Challenger was moving now at just over hundred miles an hour with the road in front of them open. He knew that the only thing that would catch them now was one if not many of the bullets from the machine gun on top of the Humvee.

“Roscoe you there?” the radio crackled to life.

“Deputy I’m here for now but things are about to get a little bit more busy!” he yelled into the radio.

The man kept driving as he looked down at the radio in her hand “Can you hold the radio as I talk to them?” he asked as he kept looking out over the hood of the car.

She held the radio up to his face and pushed the button in “Roscoe what is going on?” he asked shouting over the radio.

“John is that you?” he said as he could hear gunfire in the background.

The Humvee opened fire on them as the Dodge Challenger started reaching speeds of hundred and twenty miles an hour. The young man swerved the car to the right and then the left letting the moment of the speed carry them “It’s me Rambo what is your position and what is going on?” he said over the fire of the machine gun and the roar of the motor.

“The **** has hit the fan my friend. I have five Humvees on our *** and enough infected on foot to keep a hooker happy for the rest of her life!” he yelled out over the radio. I’m a block away from the Sheriff’s department.

They could hear gunfire on the other end of the radio “Roscoe we will have the doors open and ready for you guys.” The deputy said as the radio started to crackle a little.

“Damn these hand held radios. I hope we don’t lose contact with them.” He said as they listened to what was going on. The young man had both hands on the steering wheel swerving from side to side in big arks.

“I will be there about the same time as you my friend!” he yelled over the radio as he hit the clutch and tapped the breaks turning the steering wheel to the right and drifting around the turn.

The man looked in his rear view mirror and saw the Humvee try to take the turn. The infected over shot the street and went into a big oak tree that was right off the road. “Hell yeah take that you blood thirsty bastards!” he yelled out as the others looked out the back window.

They could see the Humvee slowly sitting back down onto the ground after hitting the tree. The white smoke started pouring out from the front of the vehicle. The two girls in the back seat yelled out in joy as they saw that. “Good job Marine!” she yelled at as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“If I knew you would be kissing me today I would have done that sooner.” He said as they both laughed. He looked at her and felt all the pain from the past weighing on him. He knew that part of it was his fault and he wished he could go back and change it all.

“That was a onetime thing.” She said as he looked at her and gave her a wink.

They could see the lights of the Sheriff’s department coming up on them. He let off the gas as the cars speed carried them down the road and to the intersection of the two streets. “Deputy you there?” he asked as he held the radio in his hand.

They could see the station down the road and the streets in front of them were lined with the infected. The Military Humvees were out front of the station and he could see the muzzle flash of all the guns being fired. “I’m here John!” the man yelled over the sounds of gunfire.

He saw the Jeep pulling up as the man answered on the radio. The infected were right behind them as they swerved into the parking lot making the Humvee miss the turn off. He could see the two men getting out and running up the steps of the Sheriff’s department. They turned and fired giving each other covering fire as they moved inside.

“We are right down the street.” He said as he kept watching the station. “What do you want us to do?” he asked hoping they could lay down enough covering fire for them. The fear of what lay ahead of them made him swallow hard as he took in a deep breath.

The front of the Sheriff’s stations was filled with infected and the path to help led right through them. “Can you guys lay down covering fire so I can get my family and me in there?” he asked as the firing from the Humvees and infected stopped.

“John there is not much we can do. I need to talk to Roscoe is there a place you can hide and wait?” he asked as the radio went silent.

He looked over at the woman sitting beside him and then back at his two girls. The world around them filled with the infected. He looked down the street and off into the distance at the cars and buildings that were burned out or still burning as the smoke bellowed up and towards the sky. The sound of what used to be a friendly city was now filled with those of a war zone.

“No deputy there is no place to run.” He said feeling the dread creeping inside him. The streets were now starting to fill up with the walking dead. They stood there looking towards the white Dodge Challenger, their screams alerting the others.

“John you there buddy?” the voice rang out on the radio.

“Roscoe I’m here what’s the plan my friend?” he said as he reached out and touched his ex-wife’s cheek wiping away a small tear. “I promise I won’t let you down again.” He said as she looked up at him.

The woman looked at her two girls and then back towards him “You never let us down…I’m so sorry John….” She started to say as he put a finger to her lips “Don’t be sorry.” He said as he pushed her hair back and away from her eyes.

“John how much time do you need to be able to get inside?” he asked breaking the reunion up inside the car.

“I have my two girls and my wife if you can keep their heads down we shouldn’t need much time. Why what is the plan?” he asked holding the radio in his hand.

“I think I can give them something to chew on for a few.” He said as he heard the man start to laugh a little.

“What the hell you talking about Roscoe?” he said as he took in a deep breath.

“I still have a few RPGs and at this range how can I miss. This will take me back to my days in the NAM man and fishing with grenades.” He said with a chuckle.

The man had a smile on his face as he pushed the button in on the radio “Well then light those infected fuckers up.” He said as he handed the radio back to his wife.

“Roger that Rambo. When you see the first big fireball come on in and we will be laying down covering fire.”

“Okay we are going in hot. I promise you all that we will make it and that no matter what I love each of you.” He said as he pushed the clutch in on the Challenger and reeved the motor up.

He could see the Sheriff’s department as the front door to it opened up. The Humvee in front of it started to fire as the trail dust from the rocket left the tube. The impact of it lifting the vehicle up in the air as the ball of fire engulfed it.

The young man let off the clutch as the tires started to grip the asphalt. He could feel the tires moving as the Hemi reeved up. The white smoke was boiling out from the backend of the Challenger as he shifted into second and then third gear.

The infected made a mad dash for the car as it moved down the street. He shifted into fourth as he hit a few of them that stood in his way. They could hear the sounds of the infected hitting the body of the car and then the undercarriage as they ran over them.

The speed of the car carried them down the street towards the front of the Sheriff’s department as he slammed on the breaks pushing the clutch in and turned the wheel. The Challenger went into a skid as he downshifted and then punched the gas pedal.

The car was now drifting as the rear of the car came around taking out a few of the infected that stood there screaming. They hit the entrance of the parking lot as his two girls screamed from all the noise and bumping around.

The sound of gunfire could be heard over the sound of the Hemi motor “Get out and follow those guys in!” he shouted to his family tossing the backpacks out as the two men approached and started grabbing all their gear.

“Where you going John?” she asked with the look of worry on her face as the door was slammed shut. The two men fired off a few rounds of the infected that started approaching them.

He looked at her through the open window of the passenger door “I’m going to take out a few of these bastards.” He said as the car lurched forward with him shifting from first to second gear.

The Challenger was reaching the end of the parking lot as he shifted into fourth gear. He feathered the gas pedal pushing in the clutch and tapping the breaks. The rear of the car started to come around as he hit the gas putting on the Challenger putting it into a controlled slide out of the Sheriff’s department parking lot.

The Humvee opened fire on him as the bullets riddled the car with holes. He could feel the air as a few of the rounds passed by his head making that buzzing sound that he knew all too well from being in battle.

The straight stretch of road offered him no cover from the gunfire. He could see the next turn coming up on him fast and knew that making it around the building with the radiator smoking from the gaping hole put into it from one of the machine gun rounds would be tricky.

“**** it if I die I die but I’m damn sure going to take a few of those bastards out with me!” he yelled out inside the car looking over his shoulder as he went around the turn.

The street was full of the infected and he knew hitting them would slow him down some but he still kept his foot on in the gas. The temperature gage was rising fast as he started around the second half of the big building of the Sheriff’s department.

The young man took out his 1911 and slammed on the breaks as he spun out and onto the last street in front of the Sheriff’s building. The infected were there waiting for him in their Humvees. The turrets spun towards him as they opened fire on him.
 
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How about my 69 roadrunner with 440/torqueflite vs a 96 SS Camaro with LS1 and nitrous for $40.00 bucks with a huge audience on the backroads of Tennessee in the Summer of 2005?
 
How about my 69 roadrunner with 440/torqueflite vs a 96 SS Camaro with LS1 and nitrous for $40.00 bucks with a huge audience on the backroads of Tennessee in the Summer of 2005?

I like that idea and those Camaro's are no joke with the LS1 motor. I had an LT4 Vette that I was told would smoke a lot of the LS1 cars. I know the Vette was a strong very strong car. I don't miss the Vette but miss my Coronet R/T lol.

I would need more tech info on the LS1 car and the setup of both really.
 
It wont be long until I start this project. I just finished the first draft of my zombie novel tonight. I have the ending to it with a twist that leaves it open for another book.

I will go and re-work my romance novel as I go over my zombie one and I will also start writing some short stories for my car novel. The first one I'm working on (will be) is going to be about the silver bullet. I have been doing some research on the car and the owner.
 
That was pretty good as zombie stories go.I read alot of super natural books from some of the major para-normal authors. And with zombies and mopar, it's got the best of both my worlds.Can't wait for the full book to come out.
 
That was pretty good as zombie stories go.I read alot of super natural books from some of the major para-normal authors. And with zombies and mopar, it's got the best of both my worlds.Can't wait for the full book to come out.

Thank you roadrunnerman, that means a lot to hear that. I have been working on this novel off and on since 2007 and after I finished the original one I changed as a writer and my style was way way better. The guy starts off with a Dodge Ram truck and in the middle has a Jeep. I will say he is very hard on cars and if I remember correctly I do blow up a GMC in it some where.

I just finished the ending with the word count being as of right now 76,846 words that is close to 270-300 pages. I'm sure by the time I go over it one last time and write in a few more things before it goes out to my publisher it will be 300 pages long. I tried to put enough action and down time and more action.

I read all the time and since having a stroke I read a lot more. I read any where from 100 to 200 books a year. I can't pass a book store or news stand with out buying something, its the way I was with cars as well lol.

Stay tunned will have more I hope soon and with school I'm trying to work everything in and get a good product out.
 
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