A Really Good Mood
The nice guy might be okay for a husband, but she needed her bad boy for fun.
With a spray of gravel, the ’66 Chevelle Super Sport sped away from the American Legion parking lot, raced down a narrow, blacktop access road, then slowed imperceptibly before making a tire-squealing right onto the main highway. The car quickly accelerated until it was speeding through the muggy, North Louisiana night.The cherry-red Chevy was always speeding — the only question being by how much. The better the driver's...