Flash

You see the car parked outside of the old repair shop - the garage having finally closed it's doors a few years ago. The car, dubbed "Flash", was a legend back in it's day. You remember your dad telling you stories about it. How it drifted around the corners of the steep touge, and how it never lost a race. Not ever. Not even once. Now, however, it's nothing more than a heap, just sitting there, collecting rust. After it was parked for good, everyone in town had wondered if they would ever hear it's tires squeal again as it was guided with expert precision around those tight hairpins, the revving of it's highly tuned 4 cylinders straining as it's legendary driver pushed for more acceleration. As you fantasize what it would've been like to be there in the crowd, after the sun went down, watching those legendary runs on the downhill, you have a thought. Call it an epiphany of sorts... What would it be like to actually own this car, and drive it? Perhaps it's owner would be willing to sell it to you? Maybe, with the right parts, and some elbow grease, you could even get it running again?