My inner monologue was “tee hee hee” as I was handed the keys. I put your Camaro through it’s paces even though I stalled the first time like I had a learner’s permit. With 425 horsepower, I quickly vaporized your sticky 255-section rear tires. I was fortunate to have a 19 mile leg to Augie’s Pizza with Agustina, Dori and Angi as my passengers.
Some old lady was going 90 in the HOV lane which really crimped my style. I flicked the brights several times and she finally got the hint. Then, I put it down. The speedometer swung right as if it were a tachometer. I was ready to just turn around hands in the air and cuff up if I got pulled over. I ripped the hubcaps off of a brand new Bentley with temporary tags. I was told I almost clipped an Altima. Deny. Deny. Deny.
So now I know what an aircraft carrier smells like when a plane lands. Thanks Chevrolet. And send me the bill. ~Mike