Bobby Z saw the traffic light change to yellow and smiled. There was no way he was stopping. He shifted gears and stomped on the gas pedal.
The Ford Mustang quickly responded to his actions and sped through the intersection
Bobby laughed as the wind whipped through the open window. He reached over, turned up the volume on the radio, and was rewarded by Sammy Hagar loudly proclaiming the inability to drive under the speed limit.
He thought of what his friends . . .
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