I have always had an obsession with driving, wanting to be able to drift as well as Vin Diesel, or to go as fast as Lewis Hamilton on the last 1 mile of his race. 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.
And when it came to drifting I would drift in any open parking lot I had. I would put on Tokyo Drift and just let the take me as I would leave nothing but tire marks on the ground. I would drift so much to the extent where any turn I would subconsciously pull the parking brake on any turn I had. But of course all this drifting and speeding came with its consequences, such as i would go through tires as fast as I could buy them. And because of my love for speed i had more speeding tickets than I could count.
Many questioned my reasoning for wanting to speed all the or drift as much as i could. It wasn’t to impress people, although I can’t say I haven’t shown off in front of girls. But that wasn’t the main reason why I was addicted to this dangerous lifestyle. The main reason I did it was because as a child when I got my first car my parents had put speed control on the car and i wasn’t able to reach speeds pass 70. I would always be made fun of as I would lose every race, I would also be told I would never be able to drive fast. And that stuck with me, ever since I’ve been able to i haven’t stopped speeding. I loved every second of it, my stomach and hands would fill with adrenaline as soon as I step on the pedal.
I thought I could beat anyone in any race. But then came the day I had been challenged to a race with many sharp turns of course i thought of the race as nothing but an easy win. But as the race began I had been introduced to drifting, and god I had no clue how to do it. I lost but not by a little, I had been completely shown up.
And ever since that day I would go to all the empty parking lots I could find. I practiced each and everyday, i had to perfect the art of drifting. I had soon perfected the art of drifting. And the second i did i demanded a rematch. I had won the race by more than i could’ve imagined. But i didn’t stop there. I raced anyone anywhere I could. And I kept winning more races than I could find.
But of course all these races were in no way legal. Half of my races didn’t even finish before the cops arrived. But considering it was illegal, it also had a very high pay. And after making lots of money, I decided to invest it in buying a brand new car, way better than the one before. It was Dodge Hellcat, and it was beautiful. With this car I was able to do stuff that i wasn’t able to do before and helped improve my game.
And of course the first thing on my mind was to enter the biggest street race there was. Of course it was very exclusive and for only the best of the best. But i had won enough races to prove my worth of an entry in the race. Although I had been winning before i knew that they were nothing like this one. I knew that I had to perfect my game before the race, so I went and practiced each and every way.
And then the day of the race had come. The sun has set and we had the streets to ourselves everyone had shown up for the event. There were more people than I could count. The other contest’s had cars that made mine look like garbage. But I didn’t think much of it as i knew the winner wasn’t the one with the best car, it was the one who wanted it the most. I drove my car up to the starting line, the lady had began to start counting down, 3…2 …and then police sirens went off. The cops had somehow found out about the event.
And before the race could even begin all the contestants were off. stepped on the pedal and did not look back. I had driven into the empty freeway , and of course I was not letting go of the pedal until I couldn’t hear the sirens . 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 140 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 140 miles per hour.
The Food Of Lakeway 