Polishing Wood
His library of fantasies was diverse and kept him entertained every night under his stock car printed bed sheets! each night, he'd think on it for a moment before 'withdrawing' one and picking up where he left off.
Tales from Apartment 232 part 17 -Dusk & Dawn
No...a punch to the ribs wouldn't be accurate...it felt more like richard petty crashing a stock car into my chest at 400 miles per hour. the brass knuckles certainly added a bit of flavor to the already painful punch.
Tales From Apartment 232 19: Checkers on my Burning Flag
He said, panting, looking at the spectacle of a 1.5 ton stock car flying through the air. for the brief moments it was airborne you could see that the wheels had come off.