Post by jkflash on Aug 12, 2015 6:26:20 GMT -7
A long time ago, in a land not so far away, the year was 1962. John Milner was out for a cruise in his Little Deuce Coupe looking for a little action. Well, if it was action he was looking for, the action found him! A stranger rolled into town in his black 55 Chevy, wanting a piece of Milner's coupe. Bob Falfa was behind the wheel of the black 55 and was ready to prove to the world he was the baddest man in town. They lined up at a stop light and put the pedal to the floor on green. Bob blew by John when the next light turned red. John was determined to restore his hurt pride and challenged Bob to meet him at Paradise Road. This time when the guys took off they were neck and neck until Bob lost control, flipped the car, and escaped just in time to see his beloved 55 go up in flames. After that race John decided to go legit and build a race car, leaving the street racing world behind. Although, that night on Paradise Road still ate at him. John continued to modify the coupe making it faster and faster, he even had an 8-71 blower to install sitting in the trunk but had a race the next day and not enough time to install. After a long day of racing at the drag strip, and taking home a big win, John couldn't wait to get home and get that supercharger on top of his engine. He never made it. In December of 1964 John Milner was driving his car home as he was struck by a drunk driver in a semi truck on a two lane highway, killing him and the coupe. When the driver came to he realized what he had done and called the police. The first officer on the scene was none other than Officer Bob Falfa. Falfa recognized the car immediately. The first thing that ran through his head was that John was gone and Bob was never going to have the chance to beat the yellow coupe. Before the wrecker could finish loading the car, Bob asked that the car be taken to his garage. From there Bob spent every moment he had bringing the car back to life. When he pried open the trunk, he saw the 8-71 sitting there. He had to install it, John would have wanted it that way. After turning the last bolt, Bob Falfa stepped back, observed the car that got the best of him years ago, and smiled knowing that now he had the baddest little coupe on the street. Bob grabbed the keys, started the engine, and chuckled saying "if ya can't beat em, join em!"
