Beginning Of The Jesse Pyle
It was a beautiful and quiet day in Razzor. Everything was calm. Well that was until the boys decided to go into town in the pickup truck which was left to them from their late Uncle Pyle. They where on their way over to Jerry Davenport’s used car lot. It was time to find a vehicle of their own. Especially something that could be entered into The Razzor Parish Asphalt Competition. It’s an annual race car event which takes place every year.
On their way over to the car lot, there seemed to be a car following in back. Hey bro, Boe asked his brother. Isn’t that a black 69 Dodge Charger following us? Lucas looked through his Rear View Mirror. Yes indeed. That’s definitely a 69 Dodge Charger in back of us. Bro. It looks like he’s trying to challenge you to a race. Boe looks in back to see if Lucas could be right. Sure enough the challenge was offered. Just like that without even stopping to start the race, it was already in progress. With the hammer down, that pickup truck was giving it all it’s worth. The car behind them was also going full speed ahead. This vehicle soon made the lead and zoomed right on by the brothers with ease. Wow, that guy is whipping my butt. He sure is bro, replied Lucas. What ever’s under that hood it certainly has awesome speed power. Look at that sucker go. Then the next thing that happened. Before anyone could blink, they seen the most incredible stunt. None of what took place that day should be attempted by a regular driver. Clearly whoever was driving that car was a pro because in front of them was a bridge that was tore down to be replaced. The clearing was a very long stretch to the other side. A beautiful leap and soon was airborne straight over the bluff. That thing was flying like a bird. Sailing across with ease until it landed on the other end. The car then crashed on it’s side…
