[MissInformation]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
Not a creature was stirring, all the work just had stopped,
The tools were all hung on the peg board with care,
In hopes that Santa soon would be there

The cars were all parked safely covered in the garage,
My Roadster, My Lead Sled, and even the Inlaw’s Hemi Dodge
My wife in her robe and I in my Nascar P.J.'s
Had just settled down after shopping for days

When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter!
It sounded to me just like pressure plate chatter
On to the driveway I flew like the Flash
I tripped over the dog and landed in the trash

When there in the driveway beneath the Moon and the Stars
Sat a Model A with chrome ladder bars
As I walked up closer to get a better view
I noticed a Blown Flathead and cheater slicks too

There behind the wheel sat a driver so tuff
With Tattoos, an earring, and beard oh so ruff
Dressed in Black leather he looked like a Bruiser
I knew right away he must be the Flathead Cruiser

"I pulled second, I pulled third, then I heard a big Bang,
Things started to smoke, things started to clang!"
"I spotted your big garage with hopes of repair"
His back seat was full of presents, but I tried not to stare.

"If you can fix my Ford and make it shift right
I will give you these gifts for ruining your night"
We opened the door and pushed the Ford in
Before I got underneath, he gave me a wink and a grin

The headers were hot, the slicks they were sticky
That blow-proof bell housing would make the job tricky.
I turned on my droplight and gave it a look
The big 3 inch exhaust was making me cook.

When there to my surprise what did I see?
The four tranny bolts had wiggled themselves free
I grabbed my trusty torque wrench and started to turn
As I tightened the last one I could smell my sleeves burn

He slid behind the wheel and then fired up that mill.
As I directed him out, just listening to it idle, it gave me a chill
A Big Blown Flattie with two 94's up top
Chrome reverse rims and a 2 inch suspension drop.

He eased it out to the street and set the line lock
I knew this would not be quiet, probably wake the whole block
He revved it to 6 grand and let the clutch pop
As the rubber and smoke poured from the tires I spotted a cop!

He released the line lock and let that Ford loose
This baby was ALL MOTOR with no signs of Juice!
He fishtailed sideways, grabbed Third with plenty of guts
With Police in chase he screamed out....

"MAKE SURE YOU USE LOCKTITE SO YOU DON'T LOOSE YOUR NUTS!"

[electro]

YES!

I saw that dude once!
He pulled into my shop
He'd blown a rad hose
So I reached for a mop

Red leather pants
Furry white whiskers
His tattoo were covered
Oh, wait! Here is his picture.....

[MissInformation]

'Twas the night before Christmas and in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the Deuce for a bit.

I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!

We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"

His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "Hey! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the Deuce quietly into the street,

Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.

With Hoosier`s a' crying and side pipes aglow,
We headed on out where the Hot Rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift up as I went through the gears.

Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

Then the small block exploded with side exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,

Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's a hell of a night!!!"

[72 GTS 429]

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