I have always had an obsession with driving, but more specifically being able to reach speeds no one else has. I would always step on the pedal anytime i had room or an open road, many people told me that I shouldn’t be doing that how it was dangerous and illegal. But I had this addiction this craze, the same type of craze and addiction you would typically see with drugs, speed my was cocaine, and god was i addicted. But like all drugs it can be dangerous, but I didn’t care i kept on speeding as if i was in the 199th lap of the nascar championship. Of course all this speeding came with its downside, i had more traffic violations than I could count.
But one day I had the whole freeway to myself, and of course the first thing that popped into my mind was i’m not letting go of the pedal until i hit 100. 60…80…100 but i wasn’t done quite yet i kept going and going i begging to reach speeds i had never reached before. Any normal person’s mind would have told them to slow down that cars could lose control to anything at these speeds, but mine didn’t mine cried to keep going. I had so much adrenaline in me i could do anything at this point, except keep control of car going 120 miles per hour. As I reached for the knob to turn the volume up more my hand moved the slightest, but it was enough to turn the car. The car began to shake and i was losing control of the by the millisecond. And eventually the car turned so much it flipped, the car rolled and kept on rolling and well that was the end of it for me. There was no way i surviving a car crash at 120 miles per hour.
The Food Of Lakeway 