Two-Lane Blacktop Page #2

Well, you're in luck.

Thank God Almighty, mister.

She's got a hard pull, doesn't she?

Zero to 60 in 7.5.

She'll do a quarter of a mile, 13.40.

Rerformance and image -

that's what it's all about.

It's a mighty fancy automobile.

I bought her in Bakersfield, California.

I was testing jets at the time.

It got so I wasn't getting enough action

on the ground. You know what I mean.

I mean, you just can't stay

with the same high forever.

So, when the 455 came out with

a Mark IV ram air and a beefed blower in...

a Carter high-riser setup,

I was on line.

390 horsepower.

500 foot pounds of torque...

whatever that is.

It's all in the folder right there in the glove

compartment, if you wanna take a look at it.

Oh, she's a real road king, all right.

How come you ain't

still in Bakersfield?

Because I'm in the Southwest.

What kind of sounds you like?

- Beg pardon?

- Rock? Soul? Hillbilly?

Western.

- What's your taste?

- It don't hardly matter to me.

Might be a fouled plug.

Wish we were back in Santa Fe.

So, after I got shot down twice

over Korea...

I decided it was time

for some fun and games.

Take a couple years off.

You know what I mean?

Then I ran out of cash

and had to take a job testing jets.

After a while it got so that I needed

a little more action on the ground.

I mean, you can't stay

with the same high forever. Right?

Well, about that time the 455

came out with a Mark IV ram air...

and a beefed blower -

Those son of a b*tches.

They've been following me

clear across two states.

Three states.

They keep wanting to challenge me.

They come up behind me

and they honk.

But I keep my cool.

I don't get into it with 'em. They get hysterical.

They're just a bunch of small-town car freaks.

That's all they are.

But I tell you one thing, mister.

They'll run right over you

if they get the chance.

That's homemade stuff.

They can't stand up to a 455. No way.

Sh*t. I'd run off and leave them

in 20 minutes.

J ust color me gone, baby!

Why can't I ever sit up front?

What is this, anyway,

some kind of masculine power trip?

I'm shoved back here

with these goddamn tools.

Screwdrivers and wrenches

don't make it for me, you know.

We oughta get some action soon.

We'll need bread to do a little work

on the carburetors and check out the rear end.

I don't see anybody

paying attention to my rear end.

Listen. I've gotta take a leak.

Honest.

You gotta stop this car.

Put her flat out for a while.

- Good morning.

- Fill it up.

- May I check the oil, sir?

- Yes, you may.

- Good morning.

- Mornin'. We need a tank of-

It's not in there.

Can I check the oil, sir?

No, he'll get that.

I don't like being crowded by a couple

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