He also wrote a story, which doesn't really go along with the car, but they do work together. It was originally written for school, and while the teacher loved it, it didn't really meet the assignment requirements.

It's too long to put the whole thing here. I tried saving it to a .pdf, but it was too large to upload. (I'm poor and use a free host with a 512kb limit).

I'll type the first paragraph or so, complete with spelling, grammer and punctuation errors.

There he sits at the starting line in a brand new Pegases 10-57-se-Turbine with two Saab Pegases turbine engines, three blowers, black and green purolesant {pearlesant} paint. Next to him is a Bugatti Veyron McLaren FL and a Paguyn Zonda.



The race will start in five seconds. But it seems like five hours. He looks ahead, heat waves are radiating off the road.


"It's almost 120 degrees in Dallas today".


"Everyone Shut up" he thought as he turned off the radio. "The engine's all I need." he said mumbling to himself.



And just like that they're off. All fourteen thousand horses of the Pegases's tow turbine engines making hypnotic vibrations in his head as he was sucked into his seat. He hits 100 mph almost instantly. Then 120, 140, 160, 180. He glances back at the Zonda, than looks forward and almost faints. He quickly jerks the steering wheel and almost flies off the road as the tires squeel and smoke.


He regains contorl midway through the turn. he hugs the turns and drifts the corners with only one thing going thru his mind.


"win, win, win."

There is more to it, but I am at the library to use the scanner and my time is almost up.

Besides, its good to leave an audience hanging sometimes.

The kid is so bright. I really hate to see him toss it away, because he can't catch on that his behavior and his choices are only making his own life more difficult. To say nothing of what they are doing to me.

I also have a larger copy of his picture if you have fast internet.

here. It is huge. The smuge was mine to remove his last name from his signature.

I lied. I had to fix some of it. I couldn't help myself.

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