A chop shop. You've brought me to a house of horrors for my kind. How dare you. You had your first kiss in my backseat and this is how you pay me back. Someone is looking at my engine and I can hear his voice getting excited. It's disgusting the glee he's showing at my imminent demise. And you, I thought we were family and all you can talk about is removing the A/C, I loathe you now. Both of you disgust me, caressing me as you plan my dismemberment.
Hang on, I just heard you say "tune up" and "flame paint job". You want to get me new tires and clean me up? Did I just hear a host of angels sing? You're laughing because my driver gave me to you and you think he didn't know that I have a 351 Windsor in me. The jokes on you. He knew and our racing paid for most of your clothes when you were a baby. You want to race? Let's get that A/C out and you better get a job for gas, tires, and oil. We'll race and we'll show them what a Cougar can do.
VROOM, VROOM, VROOM, VROOM, VROOOOOM!
Little Johnny might not like Elvis like my driver does but he's learning how to race. I can't wait for his father to find out that Little Johnny is just like him. One behind the wheel and the other training, we can't lose. Just watch.
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