Ferrari Mailing List: The Saga of Black Jesus

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Black Jesus, The Death and Resurrecton

by Kenzo Ferrari

It was a dark and stormy night. Just after noon, with Tropical Storm  
Erin dumping inches per hour on Houston, Kenzo fired up his trusty  
steed "Black Jesus" and headed for home. Kenzo could be dumb, but he  
was not stupid. He knew the M-Tech 540i had little ground clearance  
and studiously avoided the water ponding on the streets. What Kenzo  
did not know was that a small cell, stalled over his home  
neighborhood, was about to unleash between six and eight inches of  
precip in the next two hours - far more than the overburdened storm  
sewers could handle.

Three blocks from his elevated garage the water started to rise.  
Kenzo pulled up (literally) into a strip mall and sat in the parking  
lot for an hour. The skies cleared, the waves on the street receded -  
Kenzo started crawling gingerly towards his goal. But just as he  
turned into his apt. complex driveway Black Jesus was betrayed by an  
unsuspected low spot. The nose of the dark wundercar dipped,  a bow  
wave rose up and smote the air intake as Black Jesus took a big gulp.

BAM! Hole in the block, just that quick.

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Contemplating the parking garage, 100 feet away, Kenzo had made a  
fatal mistake. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. "Goodbye Black Jesus".. he cried as  
the car was dragged away by the implacable legions.

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But three days later things were rocking! And rolling! The sun shone  
from the heavens, illuminating the cave where Kenzo pored over parts  
specs; looking at M5 stroker cranks and 350 HP X5 4.6is blocks that  
were more or less plug and play. "Rain, rain has gone away", babbled  
Kenzo, sipping lemonade as he watched Hurricane Dean on TV tearing up  
the uninhabited Yucatcan wasteland north of Vera Cruz.

Black Jesus' future was so bright, Kenzo reached for his shades!


The End