120 The car

96 was a boxy

72 late model Ford

64 sedan white over

48 black innocuous bordering

36 on invisible and very fast. It had

24 been a sheriff’s vehicle originally bought at an auction

18 in Tennessee and further modified for speed. Perry and I listened to the

16 big engine idle checked the dual scoops on the hood. I had not seen one of

14 those on the road since high school. “You like the car'” Perry asked. “It’s all right” I said my

12 eyes ahead. “I’ve never been much of a Ford man.” Perry shifted in his bucket “You know something about