Magic and Psionics
The engine of the Camaro roared as the car kicked sideways on the skid pad, tires screaming as they lost traction. Deft handling of the throttle and quick hands on the wheel brought the csr back strait as it thundered down the road course into another corner. Smiling to himself, Reid McCael rowed the gears to keep the 700 supercharged beast in the power band, where she purred like a kitten.
The past few months had been grueling, finals for his criminal justice degree were over! Paper after paper and test after test were taken and passed, sometimes barely, but passed nonetheless. Today was the last one and with a passing grade, had submitted his application to the Texas Highway Patrol.
Now, he was blowing off steam. One pf the peope hed met in class told him about a road course that he could actually race at. They let anyone on as long as you could afford the entry fee and your car passed the technical inspection. For most cars that meant it had to have seatbelts and working brakes. For others it meant full roll cages, engine diapers and on-board fire extinguishers.
Reid's Camaro, a red, 1987 Z28 was somewhere in between. It was street legal, passed emissions but had 500hp more than what it came with stock. Gone was the old weak, 200hp, 305 cubic inch small block from the factory. In its place was a newer 416 cubic inch Ls engine, originally from a 2007 Corvette, modified with larger pistons, better flowing heads and a Magnuson supercharger to top it off. Reid also installed a beefed up suspension, bigger brakes, frame strengthening braces and a few other modifications that car people would notice to properly handle the new horsepower. He loved toying with thrle new Hellcats and Mustangs. Sire, some of them had the same power but his car was nearly a thousand pounds lighter. Their shocked faces as he sent them to gapplebees was always entertaining.the car was A labor of love that helped him get through college. With it he could get his mind off school and unwind. Finally, here at the track he could drive it like it was meant to be driven.
Later tonight he would meet some friends for dinner and see what the future holds. It could be months before heard back from the Highway Patrols academy so he needed to figure out what to do in the mean time. For now though, he needed to see if he could beat his personal best.
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