He went out to the garage. He opened it the old-fashioned way. There she was. Under the Tarp. Her teardrop headlight, sticking out. He swore, she winked at him. Not an ounce of paint on her Yeah, she was a rust-colored bucket, Rag Top, Open Wheeled RATMOBILLLLLE He slipped in behind the wheel. Started her up. She began to purr. She caressed the pavement. A little way down the kids were playing kick the can on this bright afternoon. They moved aside, jawbones on the ground. He perked her up a little bit in neutral. He brought her into town on the main drag. The women were coming out of the butcher shop. The men were coming out of the barber shop. They all looked at him as if he were the demon. He eased her up onto the highway ramp. The two cop cars had coffee and donuts on the hood. Out of the corner of his eye. One spilled Coffee. The policeman exclaimed "I wonder if she is legal. They scrambled to chase. He put her in the middle lane. Keeping her at under 55 in second. gear but he could feel her. Saying Daddy let me go. He ignored her. For now, she stayed. The police were maneuvering behind him, after a while they all got bored. He put her up on the last exit. Right hand signaled for a turn. A little way down he turned into the Speedway. They were waiting for her. He signed some paperwork and donned his helmet. They splashed bleach underneath her. Wheels came to life. Screaming in anger. She pulled up to the Christmas Tree. Crowd started pointing. The man with the fistful of dollars, placed bets. Chorus Suddenly she seems at ease. Ready Waiting, Wanting! A peacefulness fills the air.
Big Block Chevy Beside her. Notorious for crushing opponents both local and national. Christmas tree lights up. He guns her. Christmas tree turns green and she Hole shots. He slams her into second with a power shift. No clutch mind you just squeal. He can feel the beast from within. He can feel the G forces in the catapult. He Can feel her claws grip in, like a bad cat moan. Three car lengths ahead., still gaining in the momentum. In a flash of rust and dust, she crosses the finish line but would not shut down. He finally kills her. Wheels her back toward the crowd. The man with the fistful of dollars., hand them out. Like candy. The official comes up to him and said, low tens. What you got under there? and He said I don't know? She's a Rat MOBILLLLE!