She was heading out for the night. She looked my way as she flagged down a cab. The Late Spot was where she was headed. As the cab pulled away, I fired up the Oldsmobile and listened to those eight cylinders roar! Taking another pull of my bottle I dropped the clutch and stomped on the gas. In no time I was up with the cab. I followed it for a few blocks...that's when the bullets started flying. I hit the brakes and turned the Olds down the alleyway hoping these assholes would follow, they took the bait. I reached under the seat, grabbed my gun, and unleashed hell. The front window of the car following me shattered and swerved into a dumpster. I slammed on the brakes again and slid to a stop, in a heart beat I was out of the car making swiss cheese out of the bastards that decided to mess with the wrong guy. Nice try fellas, now it's all over but the bleeding.
As I stood there waiting for my heart to slow down, I heard the explosion 2 blocks away....shit.
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OK Mike. This must be a period piece because I dont think an Oldsmobile with 8 cylinders has enjoyed the benefits of a manual tranmission in at least the last 3 decades. We must be talking about an old 442 here?
It would be a period piece Dave. The Olds I am refering to is a 1979 Oldsmobile Cutlas Calais. There were a few with a 4 speed, bucket seats, and T-Tops. One of which I owned.
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