Gas Guzzlers Extreme Apr 2026

I let Bone-Crusher get close enough to smell his burning rubber. Just as his spiked bumper was about to make contact, I pulled the lever. The miniguns roared, spitting a wall of lead directly into his grille. Smoke erupted from his hood, and he swerved hard, smashing face-first into a concrete bridge support at eighty miles per hour.

"Come on, you ugly bastard," I muttered, feathering the gas. Gas Guzzlers Extreme

He didn't walk away from that one. I didn't feel bad about it either. I let Bone-Crusher get close enough to smell

The announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, barely audible over the deafening roar of twelve supercharged engines. and he swerved hard