Saturday, August 20, 2016
Ash Heap Hound (12)
"Ash Heap Hound (12)"
Me: Conner McCall, well--I wasn't impressed. Furthermore, (admitting) I don't understand the true mechanics of automobiles; moreover, would never be able to do internal block work; I am a novice, only knowing the literal specifications.
Yeah, Zoe's Dad was nice. A place to stay. A chance to make love to my crush, and to have it last until matrimony and beyond, maybe; however, Saint Paul may argue the point. Regardless, Max and Zoe's cars didn't get the respect from my 1969 Mustang with a small block 302, only a two barrel, and merely a factory hood induction; nonetheless, I was a mercurial beast out of the hole; therefore, here's them, in my mind:
MAX:
1986 Buick Grand National (though he claimed he liked the Japanese shit).
V-6, turbocharged.
235 Horsepower.
A fiery, steroid induced motor; indeed, a true muscle car.
But . . .
ZOE:
Modified and ambiguous 'Cuda with a 383 block.
Performance Package, including:
High-Performance Drive-train.
Dual-exhaust, and non-functional hood scoop.
330 horses pulled that thing.
But . . .
I just loved the Mustang. Wild horses and all that shit, like me. Whatever. I need to focus on the relationships, and tear my compulsions away from literature and motors.