...In a the magical land of Rod & Custom, there lived a little Deuce coach; a cute li'l stocker, but with the appeal of a roach.

Lonely and depressed, she sat oh so sad, for she wanted to be a hot rod, really, really something bad.

Next week would be the big spring meet, and for her to attend would be a heck of a feat!

So then one stormy, dark, rainy night, as she started to sleep, her fairy godmother, Aunty Magneto, did come to creep.

With a wave of her wand and flick of her hand, this little Deuce coach was the fairest of all the land.

With her posts laid back and a deadly chopped top, she was given an Anglia nose and a 4-inch drop.

her frame was spiced, with speed goodies galore, and sprinkled with chrome that really made her roar!

With a deadly look and a blown Chevy mill, she resembled a gasser that was dressed to kill.

With a super t10 and 9-inch out back, this little Deuce coach was ready for the attack.

She was sprayed with a mixture of green and gold, with a set of old-school flames that were truly oh so bold. happy and excited, she left for the race, tearing up the road and setting the pace.

She snorted and cackled as she crept to the line, blowing the competition away, time after time. She lit up her slicks as she drove out of sight. "I will meet all you suckers next Saturday night!"

And she lived happily ever after. Dang, I gotta get me a fairy godmother!