The massive slicks of the candy blue dragster bit deeply into the
asphalt as tire smoke streamed back behind the rail. The driver shoved
the long 8-ball shifter forward as the front wheels leaped from the
pavement with a surge of power. Engine parts and oil blew out from the
block, but the bulging, bloodshot eyes of the driver revealed no concern
as long orange exhaust flames
roared from the chrome headers attached
to the sides of his striped yellow helmet. His parachute is firmly
strapped to his back, and his green-skinned face is twisted into a wide,
shark-toothed smile as he screams past a road sign marked "Dragsville."
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