Speeding

Work, a place that I usually enjoy spending a few hours of my day, had royally pissed me off that day. Dealing with lazy people has never been a situation I handle politely. Someone else’s slack was blamed on me and I, too, had to do their job. All the while my manager chose to nag at me only causing my frustration to flare at the situation. Leaving the store, I tore out of the parking-lot, and headed to my friend’s house. 15 miles passed very quickly but the driving helped to get my mind off of the situation. My friend informed me when I arrived that we couldn’t stay there because his family was going out. Just adding to my anger, I couldn’t help but think, “Oh great, now we get to go back to my house and deal with people arguing the entire night.” Home seemed to be a place that as a family, all we did was argue.
The dense odor of burning rubber filled the air, as the rpm’s redline, and the engine roars. Faster and faster, the speedometer climbed, as the g-forces from the phenomenal 525 horsepower of a 6.1 liter Hemi were freed from within the beast. The tone of the engine, rattling my ear drums, I pushed the pedal even further, feeling – what I thought was impossible at the time – an even stronger force coming from what felt like an entity trying to push me back through my seat. A bright light to my right, lit up the interior of the car, nearly making my heart skip a beat, my adrenaline jumped, as my eyes left the dark scenery, ever so quickly passing. My eyes quickly adjusted to the lit interior, only to find my friend Kody, texting up a storm. Adjusting my attention back to the now, “solid” yellow line, it seemed that there were only three things that existed in that moment – me, the car, and the road – The trees and small, abandoned buildings about a quarter mile off the side of the road turned to a blur, forming a pseudo-wall on both sides of the vehicle. A flash caught my eye in the rear view mirror, again, making my adrenaline spike, only to realize that...