Man, I really toned my driving down a lot.
Ever since that one day in Jully 2005. I was racing a Mazda Miata with my Crown Vic.
We were all but neck and neck for a good stretch of road.
He'd pull further than me, I would then pull up to and pull him.
We both seemed to have a lot of pedal left.
This went on for over a mile.
We're both bouncing off the rev and speed limiters.
Trees are becoming blurry.
Palms are sweating.
Wondering which one was gonna win.
It was then it happened.
Out from no where, this kid, about 9years in age, decides to run into the street after something.
We both slam on our brakes.
TIres are screeching. Tire smoke is billowing.
It was hard to tell which one of us hit the kid.
We both came to a stop.
Blood splatter everywhere.
Matter that appeared to be from his brains, stuffed and crammed in each of our grilles.
We got out of our cars, each one shaking with adrenaline, fear, and God knows what else.
We look at each other then look at whats left of the kid and realized I was ahead of him when we stopped.
I won!!!
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