This was many years ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Saturday morning and I was up at 0500
to start the day. I intended to head down to see some friends and I would be taking the south expressway all the way.
I got in my burnt orange Corvette that actually registered 160 MPH on the speedometer. I had dreamed of owning a corvette in high school and now it was mine.
I was in my mid-twenties and like mosts 20 year olds I felt like I had the world by the tail and was completely invincible. I had a good job in the corporate world with a national company and had 80 employees working for me. The new vette was topping on the cake. I could just about pull up to the curb and girls would hop in for a ride. I was in heaven.
As I got in the car it started with a gurgle as the tweaked up four barrel gave out a throaty sound only a corvette can make. This car was built to run fast, and it would pass everything but a gas station. I think I was getting 10 miles a gallon. Life was good.
It was a beautiful Georgia morning and the sky was deep blue as the sun had just started to come up.
I got on to I-75 South which is the expressway to Florida .
I had never owned a car like this and I was determined to see
what this car would do on the Salt flats in Utah.
Except I wasn't around the Salt flats in Utah, I was still in Georgia.
I hit second gear hard scratching the tires on the cast aluminum rims that I had paid extra for. There was no air conditioner in this car. This car was built for speed and I ordered it that way. No air conditioner was going to drain the power from my engine. I would rather sweat thank you.
As I looked around I noticed there was no traffic on the road and I felt alone and alive.
The vette would easily hit 60 MPH in second gear before it needed to be shifted again. I thought this was awesome. I could pass just about anything on the road with a few shifts of gears.
I stuck a tape of Born to be Wild into the stereo and was drinking a early morning beer as I roared down the road. I had the window down and the wind felt good rushing in and all around me.
I had driven the car for several months and had it above 90 MPH a few times, but today I was going to see what this car was really made out of.
I remember thinking how it was just me and the road. All my life
I have had to rely on just me to get the things I wanted. Nothing was ever given to me and I worked hard to put myself through college. I deserved a car like this. Nothing could stop me now.
A certain kind of peace seemed to come over me as the car engine throbbed and roared over the music. I shifted hard into third gear.
The white lines on the highway were passing by much quicker now. Still there were no cars in sight and no sign of cops anywhere. I was on my own and I liked it that way.
I wondered as I drove along just how fast this car would go.
I could handle finding out. This is why I bought this car. Why would they make a speedometer that said 160 MPH if I wasnt going to go that fast. It was like a direct challenge. I will show them I thought.
I shifted the L-88 350 into fourth gear.
As the car lurched ahead I was doing 110 MPH now and it felt like I was doing 60. This was glory. To control a car this powerful was a wonderful feeling.
I stepped hard on the gas. I remember the salesman telling me the vettes low end speed was not as quick as some, but what made the car unique was its overall top end. Now that was a thing to see he had said. I was determined to see that and get my moneys worth. I had come too far and was going too fast now to turn back.
At 120 MPH it didnt seem so bad. The road was straight and the two lane highway was in good condition. The asphalt seemed to be singing to me. Still no cars in sight. I relaxed back into the custom leather seat and pressed down on the accelerator. This was living. This was why I had worked so hard.
Looking down now I glanced at the large dial directly in front of me. It was easy to read with big numbers. The die was cast. I would do this thing if it was the last thing I ever did. Nothing could stop me now.
The question in my mind that remained was ..
Could I take this past 160 MPH and peg that sum bitch.
I could tell all my friends about this. This would be a accomplishment and something to remember.
135 MPH didn't seem so bad. That saleman had been right.
This was a damn endurance car with unlimited capability.
Now I was focused. I had to be. I knew at this speed I must concentrate every second. There was no room for error now. I took a deep breath and breathed it out slowly.
The white lines on the highway were now what looked like a continuous line. This would be easy. This was nothing.
The sky was bright and pink and it was shaping up to be a fine spring day. I had alot to live for. A family who loved me, a good job and my best years were ahead of me.
I remember seeing a slight rise in the highway ahead that looked like a hill. I was now going 148 MPH and the engine was
thundering in my ears as I roared along.
As I topped the hill I was distracted by something out of the corner of my eye. A dump truck was broken down in the right hand lane and several flares had been placed to alert other drivers of the road hazard. Drivers that were going the speed limit that is. In a matter of seconds I was on top of it.
Everything slowed down. Was this real ? Could this be happening to me ?
There was no time to react. I passed the broke down truck
doing 145 MPH in the left lane.
I glanced into my rear view mirror as the truck dissappeared behind me.
That was the day that the King of Dogs died.
KinG OF DoGs
to start the day. I intended to head down to see some friends and I would be taking the south expressway all the way.
I got in my burnt orange Corvette that actually registered 160 MPH on the speedometer. I had dreamed of owning a corvette in high school and now it was mine.
I was in my mid-twenties and like mosts 20 year olds I felt like I had the world by the tail and was completely invincible. I had a good job in the corporate world with a national company and had 80 employees working for me. The new vette was topping on the cake. I could just about pull up to the curb and girls would hop in for a ride. I was in heaven.
As I got in the car it started with a gurgle as the tweaked up four barrel gave out a throaty sound only a corvette can make. This car was built to run fast, and it would pass everything but a gas station. I think I was getting 10 miles a gallon. Life was good.
It was a beautiful Georgia morning and the sky was deep blue as the sun had just started to come up.
I got on to I-75 South which is the expressway to Florida .
I had never owned a car like this and I was determined to see
what this car would do on the Salt flats in Utah.
Except I wasn't around the Salt flats in Utah, I was still in Georgia.
I hit second gear hard scratching the tires on the cast aluminum rims that I had paid extra for. There was no air conditioner in this car. This car was built for speed and I ordered it that way. No air conditioner was going to drain the power from my engine. I would rather sweat thank you.
As I looked around I noticed there was no traffic on the road and I felt alone and alive.
The vette would easily hit 60 MPH in second gear before it needed to be shifted again. I thought this was awesome. I could pass just about anything on the road with a few shifts of gears.
I stuck a tape of Born to be Wild into the stereo and was drinking a early morning beer as I roared down the road. I had the window down and the wind felt good rushing in and all around me.
I had driven the car for several months and had it above 90 MPH a few times, but today I was going to see what this car was really made out of.
I remember thinking how it was just me and the road. All my life
I have had to rely on just me to get the things I wanted. Nothing was ever given to me and I worked hard to put myself through college. I deserved a car like this. Nothing could stop me now.
A certain kind of peace seemed to come over me as the car engine throbbed and roared over the music. I shifted hard into third gear.
The white lines on the highway were passing by much quicker now. Still there were no cars in sight and no sign of cops anywhere. I was on my own and I liked it that way.
I wondered as I drove along just how fast this car would go.
I could handle finding out. This is why I bought this car. Why would they make a speedometer that said 160 MPH if I wasnt going to go that fast. It was like a direct challenge. I will show them I thought.
I shifted the L-88 350 into fourth gear.
As the car lurched ahead I was doing 110 MPH now and it felt like I was doing 60. This was glory. To control a car this powerful was a wonderful feeling.
I stepped hard on the gas. I remember the salesman telling me the vettes low end speed was not as quick as some, but what made the car unique was its overall top end. Now that was a thing to see he had said. I was determined to see that and get my moneys worth. I had come too far and was going too fast now to turn back.
At 120 MPH it didnt seem so bad. The road was straight and the two lane highway was in good condition. The asphalt seemed to be singing to me. Still no cars in sight. I relaxed back into the custom leather seat and pressed down on the accelerator. This was living. This was why I had worked so hard.
Looking down now I glanced at the large dial directly in front of me. It was easy to read with big numbers. The die was cast. I would do this thing if it was the last thing I ever did. Nothing could stop me now.
The question in my mind that remained was ..
Could I take this past 160 MPH and peg that sum bitch.
I could tell all my friends about this. This would be a accomplishment and something to remember.
135 MPH didn't seem so bad. That saleman had been right.
This was a damn endurance car with unlimited capability.
Now I was focused. I had to be. I knew at this speed I must concentrate every second. There was no room for error now. I took a deep breath and breathed it out slowly.
The white lines on the highway were now what looked like a continuous line. This would be easy. This was nothing.
The sky was bright and pink and it was shaping up to be a fine spring day. I had alot to live for. A family who loved me, a good job and my best years were ahead of me.
I remember seeing a slight rise in the highway ahead that looked like a hill. I was now going 148 MPH and the engine was
thundering in my ears as I roared along.
As I topped the hill I was distracted by something out of the corner of my eye. A dump truck was broken down in the right hand lane and several flares had been placed to alert other drivers of the road hazard. Drivers that were going the speed limit that is. In a matter of seconds I was on top of it.
Everything slowed down. Was this real ? Could this be happening to me ?
There was no time to react. I passed the broke down truck
doing 145 MPH in the left lane.
I glanced into my rear view mirror as the truck dissappeared behind me.
That was the day that the King of Dogs died.
KinG OF DoGs
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