Bob Gray had distain for all things shiny and slick. Bob liked black jeans, drab t-shirts, and black Converse shoes. His ride was a steel body deuce coop painted primer gray, just like his last name. It might have looked like plain Jane on the outside, but this night prowler had an Edelbrock 45000 Crape Engine with duel carbs that could put out 372 ft./lbs. of torque. That roughly translates into having a size 16 boot kicking your ass at eighty miles an hour.
It was just another hot summer night in Joplin Missouri with Bob cruising Rangeline Road when this pencil head from Webb City named Dick Smalley pulls alongside of the Deuce Coupe at the stoplight on 4th Street. “Dick” is driving a new 67 Corvette that his rich Daddy bought him for his birthday, and he was intent on teaching the old steel dog a couple of new tricks. Bob brushed him off like a pesky mosquito at first, but when the talk turned ugly Bob figured little Dickey needed some schooling. When that light turned green tires started smoking and you could hear the roar of the unleashed duet all the way over at the Dog and Suds on Highway 10.
The Corvette had him by a car length at a hundred yard in, but then the rear end of that plastic Barbie toy started to loose traction and swerve. It was just about then that Bob pulled back on that Hurst shifter and didn’t ease back for about three green lights. Needless to say, the Vette pulled off down a side street and headed home with its tail between its legs.
It’s quiet now as the little coupe watches the sun come up and rests in the yard behind the DX gas station where Bob works. The tires are still warm and you can hear more crackling and popping than a bowl of Rice Crispies coming from under the hood as that mighty Edelbrock cools down. Just the start of another quiet day for Basic Bob.
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