69 Bos Mustang Creative Writing

Sly sat at the wheel of his 69 BOSS Mustang staring at the bright red traffic lights. He glanced around at the two cars around him; he could see a black Nissan GTR and on his right a silver Porsche 911 turbo.

He pushed the gas pedal, loudly revving the engine in anticipation of the green light. He was timing the light change having timed it earlier that day.
He counted Three, Two, One, he put the car into gear and floored the accelerator, the car jerked forward and sped off the line spinning the wheels. The other cars sped off less then a second after him. The crowd roared in approval at the starting of the race and start running franticly in the direction of the finish line to continue watching the race.

Sly was still in the lead coming
The Mustang kept accelerating past two ninety and kept climbing hitting three hundred, three ten, three twenty, three forty, the Mustang’s speed continued to rise even as he began to overtake the Nissan GTR which made Sly look up from the speedo just in time to see the finish line whizz past him as he crossed it.

Sly slammed on the brakes and the Mustang began to slow down while skidding every now and again before coming to an eventual stop just before the crowd of people that were cheering for him. He looked to his right as he had heard an engine rev, not that it was uncommon around these people, he new the sound of the engine, it was the GTR. He had just beaten the driver whose name was Robin walked up and gave Sly a high five
“Great race man” Robin said.
“Yeah, it was” Sly