by Ronald K. Myers (Author)

Looking like a white-headed weasel, hunched over the steering wheel of a 1950 red Mercury, socially incompetent Fast Eddie impatiently waits. Escaping from horror-filled corridors of frustration and despair, Breed lifts a hand in farewell and slides in. Eager for what is about to happen, his bright-faced friends pile in. Doors bam shut. Tires roll. Sparkling spinner-hubcaps whirl into the magic of a starlit night. To make a dream come true, the strangely assorted set of young men are on their way.

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