"Swayze Train GTi" (swayzetrain)
09/02/2015 at 16:30 • Filed to: None
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"Swayze Train GTi" (swayzetrain)
09/02/2015 at 16:30 • Filed to: None | 5
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(To offset the sadness, this is my weekly thing a day early)
The Driver didn’t have a perfect life. Other people could have been happy with his position, his job, cars, wardrobe, education. But each man is satisfied differently. And the Driver was always eaten by what he didn’t have, a necessity almost as important as water. His frustration in failure to acquire this, or perhaps as an expression of it, manifested itself in his street machine, performance art with a single purpose. A purebred weapon to demolish the concept of the milk run, whose only purpose was to break the calm of a city asleep at night, tearing between skyscrapers at full chat to satiate its owner’s deviant indulgence.
Swing wide left before you cut back right for the turn. Do it right and you’ll feel the difference in the texture as you touch the start of the curbing like a track. No lights ahead, feed the power in as you cross the double yellow briefly. Foot all the way down now. 60. 70.80. Brakes, into the s curve, trust the car and your memory, unable to look to the next corner through the trees.
It wasn’t the familiarity that was wrong. It wasn’t that he could drive these roads flat at night without his lights on. No, it was something else.The shouting from inside his head was louder than the industrial beast powering his car.
Check the mirrors
. There were no lights behind him. And yet he knew someone was. Something was chasing him, and it was catching up. The engine spooled to 8000 RPM and another gear slammed home.
Towards the highway,
The Driver thought. The Machine could hit around 190 on the straights. Nothing had kept up with him on the high road so far. On ramp on the left. The tail slid out as he turned to the entrance of the causeway over the bay, the Driver’s opposite lock barely maintaining the composure of travel. An eye to the mirrors caught a quick shadow behind him still. He was never a man to take a loss lying down, but he was running as much in fear as he as he was pride. 120. 130. 140. The only other car on the causeway blurred by such that The Driver wouldn’t have known what it was even if he had paid it more attention than to not hit it. 150. 160. 6th gear. Further than he had ever gone. The whistles of turbochargers inhaling all the air around the Machine, straight cut gears screaming like a jet, pipes spitting flame and noise in anger. His Machine had never worked harder for him. And yet it was still wrong. He was still being caught up.
He would just cross 174 miles per hour before realizing he had run out of bridge. A girl was texting as she pulled out of the parking lot of her work, and the Driver hit her truck right in the door. Both were killed instantly. No other vehicle followed him off the causeway. Before realizing he had run out of space, however, he knew what had caught up to him.
He could no longer outrun his feelings.
Mercedes Streeter
> Swayze Train GTi
09/02/2015 at 16:38 |
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That’s ducking dark...But damn did it have me on the edge of my seat. :D
Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap
> Swayze Train GTi
09/02/2015 at 16:50 |
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Um....... Wow.
Sam
> Swayze Train GTi
09/02/2015 at 18:14 |
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Woah.
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Swayze Train GTi
> Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap
09/03/2015 at 03:05 |
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Are these “wows” good wows or “you should get a psychiatrist” wows?
pip bip - choose Corrour
> Swayze Train GTi
09/03/2015 at 08:13 |
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nurse!?!
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Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap
> Swayze Train GTi
09/03/2015 at 08:23 |
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Both.