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  • Preparation for Drag Week, Mopar version.

    ~~The snooze alarm goes off for the third time. Damn that things loud! He cusses as his arm swats blindly at the noise. The clock crashes off the nightstand, then silence. Except for the ringing in his ears and the throbbing in his head. “Why is it so @%#*^& cold in here again?” he hollers to no one, just before he spies the open window. I’ve got to start shutting that before the second 12 pack.
    Slowly he rises and makes his way through the house, dimly lit only by the rising sun. His body begs for the mattress and pillow, but his determination is strong. Drag Week is only a month away. He vows to be ready this time. He missed it last year… never again.
    He stumbles and curses as he stubs his toe on the Cal Custom 12” shackles that have graced the living room floor since this time last year. “I gotta get those things on there before the tires rub though” he thinks.
    Outside, he shivers from the fall morning chill, as his eyes struggle to focus against the sun. *%#$&* Another flat tire! So that’s why the house felt out of level. But fixing the house can wait. His attention turns to the parking pad, were his pride and joy lies dormant under its tarp. As he pulls the dew covered wraps from Ma Mopars finest, he is distracted. As the neighbors old Nova clamors by, empty beer cans roll out through the rust holes. Those are worth money, he thinks as he starts toward the street. But no, today will be different, he MUST be productive. He turns back to the car and the work at hand. Drag week will happen, he will be there. Life is good!
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