It was a late night, You and Your friends were sitting on the cement walls of the dried out, man-made river.

below, was the roar of two thunderbirds…just about to partake in a Race.

Curly Shepard was amongst the greasers, he sat in one of the thunderbirds. Seemingly having a quick talk with his brother..

Just before they took off, Curly had locked eyes with you.

his intense glare.

“Huh…he’s real scary huh?” one of your friends spoke, as the two cars violently pushed forward.