[lowmile]

It was a cool and crisp Autumn night, the kind serious street racers dream about. Jimmy had just dropped Brenda off at her house because her old man wanted her in by ten o'clock, He never liked Jimmy very much anyway. He fired up his 375 hp Nova and backed out of the driveway, He was off to meet with the boys for a little street racing action out on Patterson Still road. Jimmy was thinking about the tooth he'd chipped off of his 4:56 gear at the track last week as he drove through the night. He took a right on to Patterson Still, he should be able to see the boys soon, but before he crossed the tracks the chipped tooth let go in the rear and locked it up. Jimmy came skidding to a halt dead in the middle of the tracks. "Damn" says Jimmy as he climbs out and tries to push the car but the rear is locked. "What next?" he mutters to himself. Then, off in the distance there is a glimmer of light and he hears the faint call of the whistle begin.