He didn't know where it came from, or why he was in it, but Rock drove an open-wheeled Indy-style car as fast as he could, west on Lockesburg Street in Nashville, Arkansas. He passed between his late grandparent's house and the old Scrapper Gymnasium and approached Fourth Street, one of the busiest streets in town, but it was late and he didn't consider stopping. He turned south onto Fourth and accelerated through the next stop sign at Sunset. Rock had never felt such power.
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