Chevette
Knowing the ramifications of driving recklessly,I still sit into the driver's seat. Gripping the steering wheel reluctantly at first. Inspecting the throttle,I press down the pedal to inject a minute amount of poisonous fuel into these tangled fuel lines embedded throughout the body of this tired old race car. With every revolution produced by the will of it's engine,I find myself recalling every twist and turn of the track ahead and prepare for the race to begin. I have been through this course numerous times, yet victory eludes me. I fear that I may never retire from this life of a driver. I fear what may happen if I let go of the gearshift I hold so dear. Simply put, in this car,on this track is the only place that i have ever felt at peace,at home...free. Free to forget the fact that to become a driver I had to a piece of my soul,nay, most of it. But one day I know this ignition will fail to start this weathered old engine. The brakes falling in line refusing to slow me down as I see the walls of the trackrushing directly at me head on. And the last part of the car that willfail and cause me to lose control while ending this perverse pain and pleasure mix of emotion I covent so,is the steering wheel. The very first part I ever touched. The Alpha and Omega as my life as a driver.... But,oh! The ride!
2020-03-05 06:48:05
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