...adds 5hp. Remember that! So I'm blitzing down the mountain. Full of PBR and youthful abandon. Listening to the good Reverend himself. Five-O Ford to be exact. More balls than brains on a hot summer night. Smell of asphalt and skunk fill the night air. The taste of beer and cigarettes still linger. My heart races, matching the rhythm of the 4.6L aluminum 290hp V8 engine that I've grown to love so much. 40 mph curve ahead?... Pfff double that at least. The Lincoln coupe holds the road tighter then I held my love back when I held her so close and tight on nights like tonight. But that was long ago. Seems like a thousand lifetimes passed. But tonight the mountain was my mistress. And she showed me a hell of a night!