460 Big Block Horsepower Novels & Stories

I have to seize the moment. 'Can you imagine how rich she is?' Ford Mustang 5.0L V8 GT Specs cost four million which is my family can't afford. It has an engine of Blue Oval’s 5.0-liter Coyote V8, its displacement is 4,951 cc, transmission of 6-speed MT, or 10-speed AT, it has a horsepower of 435 and its most top speed is 250 km/h. Did I take research on it? Of course! Dream cars do exist, and they are in her garage.

Clinton shouted, “Let’s start when you are ready!” Charlie nodded and switched on the sport mode of his BMW 760. The 760 used a 6.6-liter displacement and 585-horsepower engine. Meanwhile, the 540 next to him used a 3.0-liter displacement and 340-horsepower engine. After comparison, the displacement of the 540 was twice as small as the 760, and there was a difference of 245 horsepower between two cars! They were incomparable in terms of performance and speed! However, how would Clinton realize that Charlie’s 520 was actually the top-spec 760? The naive and cocky dude still assumed that he was sure to win.

He unfolded the paper and stared at the picture for much longer than he needed to. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “That’s the one.” “What can you tell me about it?” “It was a custom job,” he said in a dry, flat voice hinting at a tremble. “Fifty-nine Caddy hearse. I souped it up, did some fabrication . . . ” “Would you say it was loud?” The side of his mouth twitched up slightly and a short chuckle snuck out. “I put two super-charged V8s in there, friend. Pulls about a thousand horsepower. Sonofabitch sounds like King Kong got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"I love you so much." Kiara let me race in her blue BMW M4 CS. This car was so beautiful. It had a twin-turbocharged, six-cylinder, 425-horsepower engine. For those who don’t know cars, wow, this car was incredible. I had pushed it whenever I got a chance and got to a speed of 250 km/hr, but I knew it could go to 280km/hr. She was fast.

Sam let out a whistle … “DOHC V8 5.8 engine, 32 valves, 662 horse power” she reached out and touched the dashboard. “Purrs like a kitten” she was fascinated. He seemed surprised. “Wow! You know your cars, but… bet you don't know how many shifts it has?” Dominik challenged her.

’ He had no idea. "That baby has 650 bhp from the supercharged LT4 aluminium 6.2 L V8 engine, 8L90 eight-speed automatic transmission and acceleration from 0 to 100 kilometres per hour in just 3.9 seconds." He recited in one breath. "It’s the true masterpiece of human technical thought! Look at this perfectly designed line!"

In the mix, I caught the aroma of seafood, avocado, and citrus wafting from food stalls, but those were going to have to wait until after I claimed my prize. I got to the crowded shade in time to catch my car backing away from my baby. The 3.8L twin-turbocharged flat-six engine produced seven hundred horsepower at seven thousand revolutions per minute and seven hundred and fifty Newton-meters of torque. For a second, I paused to adore her. The GT2 Porsche 991, sitting pretty under the shade, did not even need the sun to shine; her sleek red and black track-designed coat carried all the glow she needed.

But the boy felt as if he was punched with words that his brain cannot digest. The boy did not say anything and just moved on to the next car. He could tell that there’s no point asking Eric to be his tour guide. Eugene stood before a black car with no roof and windshield. Somehow, looking at the car reminded him of the cartoon he watched before. ‘Batman~’ the kid whispered in his head. He started to imagine how cool it would be to drive that while wearing batman costume, when suddenly, Eric spoke again. “That is Elvo. It produces 804 horsepower and 590 pound-feet of torque from its twin-turbocharged 4.0-liter V8,” Eric explained.

My jaw hits the stone floorboards the very second my eyes see handfuls of vintage muscle machines parked in every single color—some with bright tracking stripes, and others completely solid. I step out on my bare feet, running my palm across the slick hood of a black Chevelle SS machine. "A 454 core?" He gives a firm nod. "My wolf is impressed." I walk around to the back of the heavy metal bumper, and all the pack emblems are completely shiny, without a single smudge of dust on them. "Four hundred fifty horsepower. Why didn't your twin brother choose to steal this beast tonight?" He lets out a low chuckle. "Ryker chose correctly for your drive."