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He looked at Dixie and said “Hey Dixie, why don’t you ditch the nerd and hop in a real car!”
Dixie put her eyebrows together. She turned and said, “Shut up Johnny, I told you to leave me alone.”
“Hey baby, I was drunk I told you, I didn’t mean it.”
Being the idiot that I know I am, I turned and leaned forward so I could see him and I said, “She told you to leave her alone.”
He laughed and said, “And what are you gunna do about it dick hole?” Dixie turned jeeringly and said, “He is gunna race your sorry ass and win.”
I turned to Dixie and whispered “WHAT?” It was a very loud whisper. She ignored me and kept talking to the guy she called Johnny. “Winner takes me to homecoming.” she said, confidently. I on the other hand was not so confident.
“Wow, wow wait!” I said, “Don’t bet yourself on a race!”
“Relax, its not betting if you know who is going to win,” she said with a wink. Oh great, now she is depending on me. I had never raced anybody before. I looked over to Johnny in his ricer Honda. “Race that junk yard reject, and at the same time take you to homecoming, you’re on. That American piece of crap will probably break down before the finish line” Ok, now it was personal. I revved the engine, his stupid smile faded to his game face; I think I shook him up a little bit.
Dixie shouted out the window, “Next light’s the finish line, try not to embarrass yourself!”
The light changed, I had my transmission in low from the beginning. I gassed it and just like before the front of the car was trying to lift up from all the torque at the rear wheels. Johnny was right next to me though, he kept up very well, I heard him shift twice, then I shift into 2nd. My first shift, I had him from there. I was just ahead and I pulled and pulled until his nose was equal to my rear bumper, he shifted one last time and then he was done, his car had no more gears, but I still had one to go. At just before 6000rpm I shifted into 3rd. I looked in my rearview. He stuck his hand out the window and gave me the finger. He knew he lost; he was just a sore looser. I zoomed past the stoplight with a buried speedometer.
i like this story a lot…. 
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