But, it's so tempting, why get a little when I could get a lot? I weave back and forth picking up speed need to go one direction or the other. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane. Right lane. Ahh, take a little risk, the game isn't fun without danger. I slam my breaks and drift down the exit ramp. At the end of the road, I creep back into stealth mode. There in the seclusion, cha ching, another fill up station. The fuel wouldn't do me any good, don't even have a port for it in my chassis, but those credits will I'm stalking closer and closer to my prey, creeping, welcome to the jungle little clerk. I could blast my engine at top speed and ram it on though, leave him as a mess under my treads, bits of gore hanging from the spokes …show more content…
I roll out into a field and under the light of dead stars, I let the change happen. I pop my trunk and buck out my go bag into the field. There is a whirring and hissing, plastic and metal become flesh and bone. It's quick, and painless. But without my true form the world is so terrible and slow, this body feels wrong. In my heart of hearts I know I'm a car, a wonderful machine, a joy ridding death dealing automobile. I run my hand over the ugly soft skin , and take a bit of comfort from the sharp metallic port at the base of my spine. The port where my dealer will shoot two or three days worth of the rewriter when I'm done here. From my bag, I pull on my clothes and tuck my cannon into the back of my shorts. He looks young and lonely, he'll jump at the chance to help me. If I was in my proper form, if the rewriters were running through my system I would laugh at the idea, but here and now the dysphroia has set …show more content…
The desperation stage is where you find out what you're really capable off. What you're willing to do to stay out of stage three. When you hit stage three you've lost. In my case, the potential of avoiding stage three can be worth the price of my own life.
If they close that gap before I slide through, we'll all die.
I blow through them, my rear view scanners rip off, their headlights shatter, sparks fly as my glorious paint is scraped away.
Doesn't matter I'm free now, I keep pushing myself, 170, 190, 210.
Still in stage two, but I'm climbing up that ladder as the digital lights of my speedometer climb higher. I need to get away, need to go somewhere they can't travel.
The game isn't lost yet, I have to bring it to an end, cause they're right on my tail.
I have to go somewhere they can't, I scan beyond the area of the motorway. A barrier between those going north and those going south.
I scan the upcoming road, looking for an opening in the barrier.
Here one comes now 90 feet, seconds away.
I push my self at top speed, this is going to be so much fun, my most daring escape
I was just passing Cobblestone Dr. in our subdivision. Our speed was declining fast with the traffic light ahead at the corner on Pinehurst Dr. and Spring Hill Dr. and the tons of cars in front of me. The road is divided with a grass-filled median, two lanes on each side. I was driving on the right but in the left lane of the two. I see
At this velocity you know that you're the clear victor, so you let off of the accelerator pedal and let the Mustang catch up. When the Must...
on a car as it passed them. A skeleton of a car went in and after each
Who hasn't felt the draw of the street not taken? Who isn't enticed, some time, by the thought of exiting the entryway, slipping in the driver's seat, and driving off down the expressway… to end up another person, somewhere else?
Turning the corner of the alleyway I was in I run with all my might just barely keeping a speed faster than the two goons.
I sweep left at 90 mph, hitting my breaks, bracing for the g's as the flashing lights of the gumballers come for me.
and join the snake of cars heading home. The white line becomes my guide as darkness slips down behind me. I’m on the road again, Willie. Drivin’ my life away, Eddie.
road. Some veer left, some right. A few are unaffected by (or unaware of) the
making an illegally U-turn. Over time, you become more comfortable with driving that even the
People must wait until all vehicles have come to a complete stop or until the road is clear before beginning to cross, and continue looking out for vehicles until they have safety reached the other side of the
Was left the better option? What if divine intervention caused you to go right because had you gone left, you were next in line to be hit by a drunk driver causing a 5-car pile up with many casualties? Fate.
lane closures and distractions to motorists. A motorist is driving the speed limit and then immediately has to slam on their brakes because another motorist sees the lane closures and decides to cut in front of them. This type of driving makes motorists mad because they know tha...
brakes and come to a complete stop. Leave the transmission in drive if you plan
Now you are probably thinking, how did an amazing, experienced driver like myself do this? Well, I became overly confident in my abilities to squeeze through the smallest spots and I thought I could do it again on that particular day. Then some things went terribly wrong as the next thing I knew, BOOM and then there were some words that
I stop the truck and shoot out the tires so they can't drive after me. And once again bang my foot on the accelerator-heading strait to the gate. Slamming through the gate, and heading off into the desert. I had escaped; I was free. The End