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This thread bores me, so instead I will make up a story instead.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday, air was calm and cold. The breeze could be felt passing swiftly through my air as I dropped my cars gears from fourth into third to have some spirited driving through the mountain pass. It was the only time I felt alive. As i pressed on the accelerator, I saw the RPMs climbing past the 6,000 range and felt the burst of extra horsepower as my car howled into the night.
As I approached the first curve, I lifted of the accelerator and let the car handle like a rollercoaster on rails. As i broke the apex, I regained acceleration and felt a tickle in the back of my neck. It was one of those feelings that always seem to precipitate when you are being watched. My hair follicles began to stand on end as I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw some headlights approaching.
How was this possible? Who else ever came out to this hidden, mountain paradise at such a late hour, let alone could catch up to me while I drove with great spirit? I punched it and decided then, that this was my road as much as a lover embraces his tender soulmate as the dark night blankets the earth when the sun dips below the horizon. I began driving more and more aggressively. The headlights were approaching closer and closer.
It couldn't. It shouldn't. What was I doing wrong? How did this other car know this road better than me? But it was happening. The other car rapidly approached my rear, and that's when I realized something. The other car was identical to mine. It must have been another enthusiast eager to join my run, but something still tugged at the back of my neck. The driver swung to my left and started to pass me.
I looked over. The car was my car. Was I driving the other car? Was this a ghost? Was this a figment of my darkest imaginations seemingly manifesting itself due to the late hour at hand? I followed swiftly behind this ghost car.
Approaching the last and final turn of the mountain, a spot where I normally go my hardest, the other Honda S2000 started to slow down. Why? Why would he not continue his quick pace. As he slowed more and more, I followed suit. I downshifted, and came to the bend. Rocks. Boulders. Scattered across the road, next to an ironically placed sign warning motorists to beware of falling rocks. Had I not slowed down, my life would have ended as quickly as I pushed it through that night pass.
My heart felt faint. I tremored at the thought of death and what might have been. I quickly pulled my emergency brake up and got out to approach the other car to thank him for saving my life. I noticed something that made me almost collapse. The drivers license was the same as my own. This was my car. I looked back to see if my car was still there and when I saw that it was I turned back forward and it was gone. Vanished in the misty cold air. I knew that night that my life could have ended. I never knew how close it would be.
How close it could have been.
Close.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday, air was calm and cold. The breeze could be felt passing swiftly through my air as I dropped my cars gears from fourth into third to have some spirited driving through the mountain pass. It was the only time I felt alive. As i pressed on the accelerator, I saw the RPMs climbing past the 6,000 range and felt the burst of extra horsepower as my car howled into the night.
As I approached the first curve, I lifted of the accelerator and let the car handle like a rollercoaster on rails. As i broke the apex, I regained acceleration and felt a tickle in the back of my neck. It was one of those feelings that always seem to precipitate when you are being watched. My hair follicles began to stand on end as I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw some headlights approaching.
How was this possible? Who else ever came out to this hidden, mountain paradise at such a late hour, let alone could catch up to me while I drove with great spirit? I punched it and decided then, that this was my road as much as a lover embraces his tender soulmate as the dark night blankets the earth when the sun dips below the horizon. I began driving more and more aggressively. The headlights were approaching closer and closer.
It couldn't. It shouldn't. What was I doing wrong? How did this other car know this road better than me? But it was happening. The other car rapidly approached my rear, and that's when I realized something. The other car was identical to mine. It must have been another enthusiast eager to join my run, but something still tugged at the back of my neck. The driver swung to my left and started to pass me.
I looked over. The car was my car. Was I driving the other car? Was this a ghost? Was this a figment of my darkest imaginations seemingly manifesting itself due to the late hour at hand? I followed swiftly behind this ghost car.
Approaching the last and final turn of the mountain, a spot where I normally go my hardest, the other Honda S2000 started to slow down. Why? Why would he not continue his quick pace. As he slowed more and more, I followed suit. I downshifted, and came to the bend. Rocks. Boulders. Scattered across the road, next to an ironically placed sign warning motorists to beware of falling rocks. Had I not slowed down, my life would have ended as quickly as I pushed it through that night pass.
My heart felt faint. I tremored at the thought of death and what might have been. I quickly pulled my emergency brake up and got out to approach the other car to thank him for saving my life. I noticed something that made me almost collapse. The drivers license was the same as my own. This was my car. I looked back to see if my car was still there and when I saw that it was I turned back forward and it was gone. Vanished in the misty cold air. I knew that night that my life could have ended. I never knew how close it would be.
How close it could have been.
Close.
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From: Baltimore, MD
This thread bores me, so instead I will make up a story instead.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday, air was calm and cold. The breeze could be felt passing swiftly through my air as I dropped my cars gears from fourth into third to have some spirited driving through the mountain pass. It was the only time I felt alive. As i pressed on the accelerator, I saw the RPMs climbing past the 6,000 range and felt the burst of extra horsepower as my car howled into the night.
As I approached the first curve, I lifted of the accelerator and let the car handle like a rollercoaster on rails. As Broke the apex, I regained acceleration and felt a tickle in the back of my neck. It was one of those feelings that always seem to precipitate when you are being watched. My hair follicles began to stand on end as I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw some headlights approaching.
How was this possible? Who else ever came out to this hidden, mountain paradise at such a late hour, let alone could catch up to me while I drove with great spirit? I punched it and decided then, that this was my road as much as a lover embraces his tender soulmate as the dark night blankets the earth when the sun dips below the horizon. I began driving more and more aggressively. The headlights were approaching closer and closer.
It couldn't. It shouldn't. What was i doing wrong? How did this other car know this road better than me? But it was happening. The other car rapidly approached my rear, and that's when I realized something. The other car was identical to mine. It must have been another enthusiast eager to join my run, but something still tugged at the back of my neck. The driver swung to my left and started to pass me.
I looked over. The car was my car. Was I driving the other car? Was this a ghost? Was this a figment of my darkest imaginations seemingly manifesting itself due to the late hour at hand? I followed swiftly behind this ghost car.
Approaching the last and final turn of the mountain, a spot where I normally go my hardest, the other Honda S2000 started to slow down. Why? Why would he not continue his quick pace. As he slowed more and more, I followed suit. I downshifted, and came to the bend. Rocks. Boulders. Scattered across the road, next to and ironically place sign warning motorists to beware of falling rocks. Had I not slowed down, my life would have ended as quickly as I pushed it through that night pass.
My heart felt faint. I tremored at the thought of death and what might have been. I quickly pulled my emergency brake up and got out to approach the other car to thank him for saving my life. I noticed something that made me almost collapse. The drivers license was the same as my own. This was my car. I looked back to see if my car was still there and when I saw that it was I turned back forward and it was gone. Vanished in the misty cold air. I knew that night that my life could have ended. I never knew how close it would be
How close it could have been.
Close.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday, air was calm and cold. The breeze could be felt passing swiftly through my air as I dropped my cars gears from fourth into third to have some spirited driving through the mountain pass. It was the only time I felt alive. As i pressed on the accelerator, I saw the RPMs climbing past the 6,000 range and felt the burst of extra horsepower as my car howled into the night.
As I approached the first curve, I lifted of the accelerator and let the car handle like a rollercoaster on rails. As Broke the apex, I regained acceleration and felt a tickle in the back of my neck. It was one of those feelings that always seem to precipitate when you are being watched. My hair follicles began to stand on end as I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw some headlights approaching.
How was this possible? Who else ever came out to this hidden, mountain paradise at such a late hour, let alone could catch up to me while I drove with great spirit? I punched it and decided then, that this was my road as much as a lover embraces his tender soulmate as the dark night blankets the earth when the sun dips below the horizon. I began driving more and more aggressively. The headlights were approaching closer and closer.
It couldn't. It shouldn't. What was i doing wrong? How did this other car know this road better than me? But it was happening. The other car rapidly approached my rear, and that's when I realized something. The other car was identical to mine. It must have been another enthusiast eager to join my run, but something still tugged at the back of my neck. The driver swung to my left and started to pass me.
I looked over. The car was my car. Was I driving the other car? Was this a ghost? Was this a figment of my darkest imaginations seemingly manifesting itself due to the late hour at hand? I followed swiftly behind this ghost car.
Approaching the last and final turn of the mountain, a spot where I normally go my hardest, the other Honda S2000 started to slow down. Why? Why would he not continue his quick pace. As he slowed more and more, I followed suit. I downshifted, and came to the bend. Rocks. Boulders. Scattered across the road, next to and ironically place sign warning motorists to beware of falling rocks. Had I not slowed down, my life would have ended as quickly as I pushed it through that night pass.
My heart felt faint. I tremored at the thought of death and what might have been. I quickly pulled my emergency brake up and got out to approach the other car to thank him for saving my life. I noticed something that made me almost collapse. The drivers license was the same as my own. This was my car. I looked back to see if my car was still there and when I saw that it was I turned back forward and it was gone. Vanished in the misty cold air. I knew that night that my life could have ended. I never knew how close it would be
How close it could have been.
Close.
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