Face off

She revved her engine and everything.

Brum, Brum, she went and gave me the finger.

I may have made that bit up.

I shot off at an extraordinary pace, laughing like a demented hyena who'd just won the hyena lottery.

How do I feel now? A big man? A man who shouldn't be messed with? A man who knows how to drive with power and presence? Yes, all of these things.

Tomorrow I'm going back to the same spot at the same time to make sure Madge gets it.

I am a racing genius.

Just off for therapy.....

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