Two-Lane Blacktop Page #4

Well, sure did talk to ya.

- Sure did see ya.

- Yeah.

You all make it down to Carlyle,

you hear?

- Oh, we'll do 'er.

- All right.

One of them Dodge Chargers.

Let him go by.

- Not today.

Are you all right?

I'm okay. I'm scared.

I'm just scared.

His neck is broke.

He was tryin' to pass

this other car, you see.

He come around that curve there

on the wrong side of the road.

Nothin' I could do.

He just kept comin' at me,

the damn fool.

The goddamn fool!

I couldn't -

I -

Whoa, big fella.

Easy now.

Nothin' to be afraid of.

Appreciate it.

No trouble.

- How far you goin'?

- East.

Well, I can take you 200 miles.

I'm goin' up to Memphis

to run a few of my cars.

Oh.

A couple of Cobras, a Camaro.

Should do okay.

- It doesn't matter.

- Beg your pardon?

What do we have, 30, 40 years?

You don't exactly read me right.

It's not that I give a sh*t.

I'm into a little caper of my own.

I believe everything

that you're sayin', man.

Listen, you don't have to put me on.

I'm gettin' sick and tired of creeps

gettin' in off the road and puttin' me on.

What'd you say?

You said something. You might as well

go ahead and tell me what you said.

I said, "Stop the car."

What do you mean, "Stop the car"?

I mean take your foot off the gas

and pull over.

I just want to get off this machine.

I pulled something in my neck.

But if that's all we got,

we're in good shape.

I gotta check the points and the valves

when we get there.

Also the jets in the carbs.

Going to Pine Grove.

Ten mile on.

Goin' to the graveyard.

Glad to help you out, ma'am.

Goin' to the graveyard.

Her folks, buried there.

Both of'em.

Killed on Saturday night.

Out of state.

Well, yes, ma'am.

I'm drivin' through to Florida.

I bought my mother a house

down in St. Petersburg...

and I wanna get down there

and fix it up before she gets there.

City car.

Well, it could be a city car

or a country car, ma'am.

Folks all over have 'em, you know.

City car is what killed 'em.

Oh.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

City car is what killed 'em.

Comin' out of the hole first

is a little G.T.S.

They said they wanted

these things to be about that.

Chevy guy's got more carburetor.

I think he thinks it's a hemi.

We tried polar plugs, everything.

Polar plugs are workin' a little better

when there's more pressure.

All right. Callin'cars to the line.

Gonna be a fine run.

396-cubic-inch Camaro

versus a 302-cubic-inch Camaro.

Don't forget, this day is the record run.

Out of Memphis, Tennessee, we have the

record run right here at Lakeland I nternational.

Try it out. Go down and check the board.

Please stay away from the walls.

I would appreciate it.

Little Fury

goin'all the way for the win.

A 15-65 and 15-24.

Gimme "D"stop for Lane Number 3.

Gimme "E"stop for Lane Number 3.

Gimme "K"stop to Lane Number 3.

That is K.S. For Lane Number 3.

All right. Comin' to the line.

Little '55 runnin'hot rod.

Number one.

Little '55 really sounds strong.

Tree come down.

Little '55 comes out of the hole

real strong.

Real lean-soundin little '55.

Goin'down the big quarter mile.

He gonna run well into the 12s.

Where to?

Around the block.

I think there's someone following us.

You'll get used to it.

Where'd Harry run off to?

Oh, I think he's settin' up a grudge race

over there somewhere.

Oh, he's crazy, man.

He won't even qualify.

Yeah, well,

he's been pretty weird lately, all right.

I'll see you all up at Vic's

after I shut old Sam down.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

Mr. Tommy Briggs stops the clock at 11:34.

We'll be in D.C.

Tomorrow night for dinner.

I set it up.

We're goin' against a 'Vette.

I put up the tools against 300.

I gotta check the valves.

- She's runnin' fine.

- Beautiful.

After D.C. We'll go on down to Florida.

They've got some nice beaches

down there.

Comin' to the line, a little '55 Chevrolet...

goin'down against

Mr. Barthall and CH-1.

At H-5 it's the little '55I

I got a good lead on 'em.

They ain't gonna catch me now.

We'll take their pinks

and we'll go to New York. Right?

Right.

That's right.

The tires didn't bite out of the hole.

I just barely got him.

Where is she?

- They split.

- Let's go.

Don't matter.

We don't want the Goat anyway.

Come on.

Okay. She's gonna burn you.

By golly,

we got time for a quick bite.

Then we'll go on.

Doesn't matter where.

As long as we got time to grab off

a quick piece every now and then.

Oh, no. Forget I said that.

I'm crazy about you.

Here's the way it's gonna be.

When we get the Cobra,

we're gonna go to Florida.

And we're gonna lie around the beach

and just gonna get healthy.

Let all the scars heal.

Maybe we'll run over to Arizona.

The nights are warm and...

the roads are straight.

And we'll build a house.

Yeah, we'll build a house.

Because if I'm not grounded pretty soon...

I'm gonna go into orbit.

Easy.

Take it easy, man.

You're gonna kill us.

Baby.

I gotta get some food.

I'm fallin' asleep.

Where are we?

Food. Breakfast.

Champagne, caviar,

chicken sandwiches under glass.

No.

Bacon and eggs, over light.

Coffee, toast, jelly.

And tea.

Maybe we ought to go to Chicago.

I got some connections in Chicago

that are out of sight.

I don't want to go to Chicago.

That's cool then.

We'll check out New York.

We passed 'em five miles back.

Where?

I said, where?

It's gonna take a long time.

You'll have to pull over first.

They're at a diner

on the right side of the road.

- Sh*t.

I figured we'd go on up

to Columbus, Ohio.

There's a man there who's got some parts

he wants to sell real cheap.

No good.

This is a b*tch of a car.

Yeah, yours isn't bad either.

- What do you got in it?

- What's it worth to you to find out?

- Fifty.

- See ya.

Make it a hundred.

Where do you guys race around here?

Down at the old airport.

Nice set of wheels you have here.

- How far are you goin'?

- New York City. We're on a 10-day leave.

Well, you're in luck.

I can take you all the way.

What's it got, 390 horse?

Yeah, 390.

I won it flat out.

I was drivin' a '55 stock Chevy across country

and I got in a race with this G.T. O...

for pink slips.

I beat the G.T.O. By three hours.

Of course, the guys in the G.T.O.

Couldn't drive worth a damn.

But I'll tell you one thing.

There's nothin' like buildin' up

an old automobile from scratch...

and wipin' out

one of these Detroit machines.

That'll give you a set of emotions

that'll stay with you.

Know what I mean?

Those satisfactions are permanent.

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