Speedy gazed at the well kept 371 Oldsmobile Rocket under the hood, it's blue paint a beautiful sight to any smart hot rodder.

"That stupid pipsqueak has no idea what he'd be up against," Speedy thought as he looked at the blower that poked through the hood after he shut it.

He hopped in with the intention of racing any of the kids foolishly wandering his streets…

*

"I still can't believe it!"

"What happened Skinny," Fable asked the buck, who had pulled into the drive in.

"Some kid with a shitty roadster beat me," Skinny said, slamming the door on his Phaeton highboy.

"Was it white," Blossom shouted.

"Hey, cool it," Fable said, turning to Blossom.

He turned back to the yellow buck before asking, "So what happened?"

"I think I got dusted by a Vic Six with a Firepower Hemi," he said.

*

"You really pulled this motor from the junkyard," Sunny asked, all signs of her sadness gone from her face.

Socket nodded as they pulled up to the light just before mainstreet.

"I decided to clean it up and keep the original air cleaners because it looked nice," he quietly said, gesturing to the brushed gold valve covers and air intakes.

"But why a Dodge and not a Ford or a Chevrolet," Sunny asked.

"My grandpa always bragged about his Plymouth patrol car would always catch the V8 Fords when he was on the police force, so I started to like cars from Chrysler.

The light turned green and he turned left, preparing for another circuit through town before the police shift change ended.

*

"Hey Blossom," Sunrise called out.

Blossom sat, looking at the little card, before looking toward Sunrise.

"Yeah," Blossom said.

"You ready to head to the senior dance," Sunrise asked.

"Yeah, just get Fable before he orders any more milkshakes," Blossom said.

"Don't worry, I'll get him," Sunrise said.

*

"Alright Chef, I'm clocking off," a purple unicorn said, punching his card.

"Ok Gears, be safe," a deep voice shouted from the kitchen.

Ground Gears strode into the parking lot towards a '37 Chevrolet Truck with a nailhead V8 with the only thing on the front end being headlights and the radiator and the bed was missing entirely. Ponies called him crazy, but he was the fastest driver in town and the only rival to the demon tri 5 driven by Speedy Silverstreak. He hopped in, firing it up and revving the engine before taking off in a flurry of smoke. He drove down to the drive in, having received a phone call at work from his sister about her friend, Sunny.

"I really hope I didn't give her bad advice," he thought as he lit a cigarette with a '35 Zippo lighter.

He pulled up to the drive in, spotting the '58 Impala parked next to a white Corvette. Gears laughed as he stalled his truck, letting it roll into the next spot before hitting the brakes and pulling the parking brake. He hopped out and walked up to his crying sister, pulling her into a hug.

"It's ok Lucid, just tell me what happened," Gears said, worry etched into his features.

"I bucked it up," she bawled.

"I tried to tell her that I couldn't just be friends with her like you said, but she thought I just didn't want her to be my friend," she managed before breaking down into sobbing.

"It's ok, just go home and I'll find her," Gears said, before walking back to his truck.

*

Blossom had pulled the Hudson out of the parking lot as the nailhead Chevrolet pulled into the parking lot, driving toward the high school.

"Hey did y'all see Lucid," Fable asked.

"Yeah, the poor dear probably got shot down," Sunrise said, looking out the window with disdain for her sister.

"By who," Fable asked.

"Don't worry about it," Sunrise said.

"Hey, Blossom are you ok," Fable asked.

*

THIS IS THE DJ PON3 SHOW WITH TAVI! SORRY FOR THE LONG PAUSE, BUT WE'RE FINALLY GONNA DO SOME PRANK CALLS!

I STILL DON'T THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA VINYL.

OH RELAX TAVI, IT'LL BE FUN!!!

ALRIGHT, IT'S RINGING.

Hello, Wickersham's Tool Shed, how can I help you?

(In a southern drawl) YES AH'D LIKE THE BIGGEST TOOL YA GOT!

That would probably be our pipe wrench.

NAH, IT'S YOU!!

*CLICK

That was rude.

THAT'S THE POINT TAVI, BUT IT'S FUNNY! HERE YOU TRY!

Aw, Vinyl, I don't want to do this.

AW COME ON TAVI! YOU PROMISED!

*sigh

Fine. Give me the receiver.

Chef's Diner, how can I help you?

Hello, I was calling about the reefer.

YOU WON'T GET ME YOU FEDS!!!

*Click

HAHAHAHA

(Gentle refined laughter)

That was pretty fun.

TOLD YOU.

NOW BACK TO THE MUSIC! HERE'S LITTLE MARE OF MINE BY THE CLEFTONES!

*

Speedy drove back toward town, pulling up beside a patrol car and rolling down his window.

"Hey there sis," he said to the mare behind the wheel.

"What do you want Speedy," she said, annoyed.

"World peace, but for now I'm wondering who's fast and wandering the streets tonight," he responded with a grin.

She looked at him and deadpanned before saying, "You know grandpa will slap you AND sell that nailhead that you want from him, right?"

"Only if I'm caught, please tell me," Speedy said excitedly.

She sighed, before she reluctantly spoke, "There's a Victory Six making the rounds and Grinding Gears is doing the same, but other than that there's just a couple deuce coupes and a black vette cruising around."

"Thanks, I'll be home by 8 o'clock," Speedy said, taking off.

*

"Hey, nice ride! Still can't believe you beat me," the driver of the black Corvette said.

Socket gave him a thumbs up before the light turned green and he turned left.

He made another left, parking in front of a liquor store and stepping on the brake.

"What's wrong," Sunny asked.

Socket took a deep breath, before asking through the anxiety, "Why were you crying?"

Sunny didn't expect this, suddenly feeling the pain in her chest return.

"My best friend said she didn't want to be my friend anymore and we're going to the same college. I-she's my only friend," Sunny said.

"What did she say," Socket asked.

" I don't know, I was too upset to let her finish," Sunny said, earning a sigh from the colt.

"You realize that you could've completely blown off something important, right?"

Socket stared at her as she seemed to think it over.

"That doesn't make sense," Sunny said, earning another sigh.

"Good grief," Socket said.

Author's Note

Welp, not sure if this is any good, but I'm back. If anyone enjoys this or has any suggestions, then let me know. Y'all have a wonderful time.