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I drovelot before Schroeder could even reach his and est on University Schroeder’s Ford entered the traffic lane and sped up behindattention yesterday," I told his reflection "You won’t surpriseBad Voodoo Daddy intomusic," I said and cranked the volume

I had paid nearly 45,000 for the fully loaded Audi 225 TT Coupe because of the CD player And the seven speakers strategically located within the car And the Napa leather interior And the light silver color Mostly, however, I bought it because the 18-liter 225-horsepower four-cylinder turbocharged engine could propel the Audi from zero to sixty in 63 seconds--at least that’s what the manual said I had done much better on several occasions

I turned left at the intersection of University and Highway 280, and tookentrance raht As if on cue, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy began laying down the opening rifts to the hard swinging "Boogie Bumper" I downshifted and accelerated By the ti seventy

Back in what he referred to as his "sordid youth," my father raced stock cars He and his pal, Mr Mosley, had put together a teahout Minnesota and western Wisconsin Arlington Raceway, Cedar Lake Speedway, Elko Speedway, Raceway Park in Shakopee, the Minnesota State Fair Speedway, and even Brainerd International Raceway--my father had raced the aficionado Paul New run He had a photo to commemorate the event, Newhing at an off-color joke that my father never told me It had been one of his ot er than he and openly frowned on his dangerous hobby, and when I was born, she ether "You have a family to think of," she told hiht he ain, but he didn’t: A proer drove co He took lorious Memorial Day, to the Indianapolis 500 When I was fourteen, he taught me how to drive a stick on the dirt roads Up North I was the best driver in my class at the police academy before I even met my skills instructor, and afterward, I was better still

Noas shifting through all six speeds as I raced around and past thefroh the turns The sound of a few bleating horns followed the Audi, but Dad had taughtreckless By the ti south on I-35W, Schroeder and his Ford were nowhere to be seen I didn’t care I continued to weave in and out of traffic at speeds occasionally topping ninety oodness you stopped me, officer I need help Aa white Ford Escort, license nuhway 62 interchange while Big Bad Voodoo Daddy went to town on "Go Daddy-O" I kept driving south on 35W, crossed under I-494 and headed into Bloo the Minnesota River and the band started playing "So Long-Farewell-Goodbye"

I was actually chuckling out loud The things ht My Fire" by the Doors John Allen Barrett had probably listened to the sa--probably the sao I shuddered at the thought of it