Revs

We called it Riding The Nova.

These days, you drive a Star, or you drive junk. Our cars carry spacefire under the hood, suspended at the point of collapse.

I was a good racer, but I was Johnny Throttle’s bridesmaid. Always second, always to him.

So I did some mods. Bit of plumbing, a hydrogen tank, and a load more gas.

Only regret was missing his face as he ate my exhaust.

Except…

The extra gas kicked my star over the threshold, so I’ve created a black hole in the middle of Alabama.

That said, Johnny’ll never beat me again.