The bright glow of HID's illuminate the open 3 lane road. Not a single human being in sight for miles. Wind softly blows through the open cabin, perfectly accompanying sounds of the guitar by Jack Johnson. The pace is slow, for the mood is relaxed and the drivers thoughts are carefree. If for a brief moment a piece of heaven on earth existed, this was such. The moment was savored, for both youth and life are short. Unfortunately, as short as $2 a gallon gas existed, this too was soon lost.

A pair of high beams appeared in the side and rearview mirrors shattering daydreams of long days on the beach and single women more plentiful then Paris Hilton

 

Woah!! I'm really impressed, that was really well written.. Is your major English or something?

 

Lol. Your story was really well written. I really felt like I was there. Props to you. Good kill.

 

Great write-up! I underestimated your English skills "dog" . Good kill.

 

Damn....I feel like I just had sex!!

 

I ran one a few days back..... shifted at 7k and still left that porker! It was not a spyder, and was driven by a hot chick, but hey... they are still overweight....

John

 

good shit bro

 

Well written however I initially thought that you chose not to race and the other guy just took off -- because --

[QUOTE]Clearly not impressed by such attempt, the frustrated dunce (Ed. other driver) rolls down his window and blurts incoherent jabber but to no avail. A red stoplight appears on the horizon. Eager to get rid of these pathetic aberration of nature vermins, the driver (Ed. Seems to be referring to the other driver)perfectly rev matches his 4 to 3 downshift to grab the attention of said mongrels.

The 2 cars approach the stoplight, and as if on command, the ipod changes to a more fitting,

 

Awesome write-up.

 

good story man