The Race – No W/M

Flying through the car dealer-ship is pistol Pete, In his brand new car he just stole. It is a Ferrari. Now the race is on. The cops sirens rung through Petes ears, forging him to keep the foot on the throat. Drifting around the car dealerships, Bouncing through freshly cut gardens. Police cars rolling into the ditches on the side of the road. Pete is creeping out of sight and escaping the sound of sirens. The police started searching for him, a helicopter was in the sky looking out for Pistol Pete. The police have lost Pete and now he has escaped. Pete has got his self a new car.