Confessions Of A Wanna-Be Street Racer

Johnny — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 07:51:55 +0000

I see you speeding down 2 lanes behind me. Your bright HID light illuminating the grounds in front of you and eventually behind me. I see that you’re impatiently weaving left and right. With every gap after passing one car and approaching the next, you gradually catch up to me. Instead of letting you go I beg for you to come play with me. My heart thuds excitely as I stomp on the clutch and shift down to fourth. We both gradually pull away from the pack of law-abiding citizens of the road and quickly approach the next herd. You sensing weakness decide to cut to my right 2 lanes at a time and take the right shoulder past a 18-wheeling behemoth. Adrenaline through my veins, I anxiously wait while the snail in front of me concedes and gradually moves over. With blinding reluctancy, I steer my chariot forward. The 140 horses galloping under my hood, I continue to give chase. At speeds of 95 mph, I begin to wonder, “What if I get caught going this fast?” Suddenly as if on queue, I see the familar color of red and blue up ahead pursuing my opponent. I instantly ease off of the accelarator and coasted to the next exit. For tonight, I am the winner.

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Confessions Of A Wanna-Be Street Racer