black chevrolet

The clutch slides gently closed under his open leather fingers and smoke billows from the rear wheel. The tach needle swings upward and then drops as the tire melds with asphalt and then

launches

the bit of red and black metal hurtles forward, its rider crouched tightly over the bars. Iridiscent warped blue gauges reflect off the chromed visor - he has morphed into a metallic animal, left foot flicking hydraulically each time the tachometer needle crosses the redline.

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