Speed Crazy (trailer, 1959)

He's bad news, it's written big letters all over his face. You're behind that wheel, I'm the boss. You're going to pass, see.

Somebody crowd you, you push him back. Like a guy's swats flies. I got them in my face. The wind on our back. If you want to reach, I'll be right there. Oh, what a double line.

Now everything is my mom's feet crazy. Speed crazy. It's the high-octane, fuel-injected supercharged story I'm a thrill jockey, gloring his way from town to town, from girl to girl. Somebody says no to Nick Vero, baby.

Or shall I let the air out of you? Anything can start the explosion. A dame? Or a dare. He gets behind the wheel of a harvest car on the trek. Terror takes over, and a sports car becomes a weapon of death.

You need to see the hazards at the mercy of some cold blooded murderers?