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The bigger that number the louder and more thirsty it is at the pump but the longer you'll want to be alone with it while the car idles 😈
If I may... let me describe what my Chevelle was like.

It had a professionally built engine (a 327) with all kinds of racing parts in there that should not have been on the street.
When I started the car, it had to warm up for at least 5 minutes before I could drive it, or it would be pissed off at me.
I had a really good exhaust, and at low engine speeds, it was fairly quiet but anyone who knew cars could tell just from the sound, it wasn't remotely stock.
I would pull up to the line... my opponent could have anything, I didn't care. They were going to lose (as far as I was concerned).
The light turns green, and I don't floor it as I let out the clutch because it would just sit there spinning tires if I did. The motor would scream, the sound was deafening and within a second or two I was shifting into 2nd gear. The car was a total hand full. You have to pay attention to everything, because the slightest mistake and she was going sideways and total destruction was guaranteed.

A few seconds later, I'm grabbing third gear. The motor is still screaming, and angry... she wants to eat that guy that is in the other lane, and already behind me.
I rarely needed 4th gear because the race was already over. They lost, my pulse rate was at least double what it should be... even typing this, remembering the experience, my pulse is racing.
It is a high that can't be described. And it had nothing to do with "beating" the other car, at least, not for me. It was ... riding a dragon. A beast that cannot be tamed, but it behaved for me and never let me down.
It was an unruly, angry beast with massive strength that was incredibly fast and could ruin a life in milliseconds if you don't respect it.

I took my aunt for a ride... at the time she drove a 911 Turbo... I come from a long line of hot rodding women....
 
If I may... let me describe what my Chevelle was like.

It had a professionally built engine (a 327) with all kinds of racing parts in there that should not have been on the street.
When I started the car, it had to warm up for at least 5 minutes before I could drive it, or it would be pissed off at me.
I had a really good exhaust, and at low engine speeds, it was fairly quiet but anyone who knew cars could tell just from the sound, it wasn't remotely stock.
I would pull up to the line... my opponent could have anything, I didn't care. They were going to lose (as far as I was concerned).
The light turns green, and I don't floor it as I let out the clutch because it would just sit there spinning tires if I did. The motor would scream, the sound was deafening and within a second or two I was shifting into 2nd gear. The car was a total hand full. You have to pay attention to everything, because the slightest mistake and she was going sideways and total destruction was guaranteed.

A few seconds later, I'm grabbing third gear. The motor is still screaming, and angry... she wants to eat that guy that is in the other lane, and already behind me.
I rarely needed 4th gear because the race was already over. They lost, my pulse rate was at least double what it should be... even typing this, remembering the experience, my pulse is racing.
It is a high that can't be described. And it had nothing to do with "beating" the other car, at least, not for me. It was ... riding a dragon. A beast that cannot be tamed, but it behaved for me and never let me down.
It was an unruly, angry beast with massive strength that was incredibly fast and could ruin a life in milliseconds if you don't respect it.

I took my aunt for a ride... at the time she drove a 911 Turbo... I come from a long line of hot rodding women....
That's an amazing story!! No wonder he was worried about the curb!
 
If I may... let me describe what my Chevelle was like.

It had a professionally built engine (a 327) with all kinds of racing parts in there that should not have been on the street.
When I started the car, it had to warm up for at least 5 minutes before I could drive it, or it would be pissed off at me.
I had a really good exhaust, and at low engine speeds, it was fairly quiet but anyone who knew cars could tell just from the sound, it wasn't remotely stock.
I would pull up to the line... my opponent could have anything, I didn't care. They were going to lose (as far as I was concerned).
The light turns green, and I don't floor it as I let out the clutch because it would just sit there spinning tires if I did. The motor would scream, the sound was deafening and within a second or two I was shifting into 2nd gear. The car was a total hand full. You have to pay attention to everything, because the slightest mistake and she was going sideways and total destruction was guaranteed.

A few seconds later, I'm grabbing third gear. The motor is still screaming, and angry... she wants to eat that guy that is in the other lane, and already behind me.
I rarely needed 4th gear because the race was already over. They lost, my pulse rate was at least double what it should be... even typing this, remembering the experience, my pulse is racing.
It is a high that can't be described. And it had nothing to do with "beating" the other car, at least, not for me. It was ... riding a dragon. A beast that cannot be tamed, but it behaved for me and never let me down.
It was an unruly, angry beast with massive strength that was incredibly fast and could ruin a life in milliseconds if you don't respect it.

I took my aunt for a ride... at the time she drove a 911 Turbo... I come from a long line of hot rodding women....
Chevelle is my dream car 🥰🥰🥰🥰
 
Thanks for the chest!! Looking good 🫦

And I noticed the numbers at the top... If you are on a healthy journey, remember that muscle weighs more than fat, and that you are always more that a number 💋💞

Coming from a gal who saw my weight go up and nearly died, then looked at the stats and saw I put on 4lb of muscle. 🤦🏾‍♀️
Thank you @NewStartQueen
Saw my weight go up 70 lbs and also nearly died.
Fuck me sideways if I ever let mysellf get there again.
This summer I will look better than 1 did when I was 18. And I looked really fucking good at 18 🤣
 
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