There was nothing in the world that Nate Diaz wanted more than his very own Corvette. A corvette with pitch black tires, shiny chrome rims, glossy red paint, 400 horsepower under the hood. He didn't care how he got it. He just wanted one bad.

Nate worked as at a small time auto shop that his father owned where they specialized in tuning up old muscle cars and giving them a little more thump. He made money there but not much. After his rent, utilities, groceries, car payment, it was all gone. He barely had enough to take his girlfriend out on a date every other week. Yet he wanted the Corvette.

Every Saturday after leaving from work half day. He went to the show room where his Corvette sat, ready to be bought. He was pretty well known by the workers there. He had been going for the past two years.

"Hey Nate. When are you going to buy that car and stop staring at it with your mouth wide open."

"Andrew you know I can't afford it right now."

"I know, you've been saying that for the last two years."

Together they chuckled and played around. Later that night they would go drink and play poker. They did it every Saturday. That night as they were drinking Andrew came up with an intriguing plan.

"Nate? Hey Nate!"

"What I'm right here Andrew. There is no need to scream at me."

"How much is that shack of an auto shop worth?"

"I don't reckon it's for sale."

"I don't want to buy it dumbass. I'm talking about, What if we burn it down. How much do you think you will get for insurance."

"I don't know, at least two-hundred thousand."

Andrew's eyes lit up for a brief second and then so did Nate's. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it before. He would burn the place down and use the insurance money to buy the Corvette he had been craving for so long.

Together they drove to the auto shop and sat in the car staring into the back window of the thought to be deserted shop."Its probably my father."

"Well lets burn the old man in there, God knows he is old enough. Besides you don't even like the old man and you can probably get some money out of his death too."

They got out of the car and slowly walked up to the back of the shop. Andrew was carrying a jug with gasoline. "Andrew don't use that. An experienced fire marshal can smell gas on a fire scene within seconds of arrival. Gas usually means arson. Arson means no pay from the insurance companies."

They creped up further and Nate opened the garage door that housed all the cars they were working on and where his father was at the time. When he opened it he was surprised to see his father standing next to a brand new 2008 Corvette. Nate stood perplexed as to why his father would have a new model Corvette in the garage. They worked on old muscle cars not new ones.

His father threw him the keys to the Corvette and gave a huge smile. "This is your's if you want it son. Don't say anything. Just get in and start it up"

"But dad how did you afford this."

"I've been putting small amounts of money each week into a savings account for the past two years. Ever since the first day that you said you wanted it I decided I would get it for you. Andrew there made a deal that when I had three fourths of the cay payment that he would pay the rest. He set you up tonight."

Nate looked at Andrew and gave him a big friendly grin. "Man I can't believe this is happening right now."

"You didn't actually think we were going to burn this place down did you Nate?"

His father looked both of them and screamed, "You were going to burn this place down? Will have to talk about that tomorrow it's not such a bad idea, but for now how about we try this bad boy out?"

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