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By J-Dub Submitted by J-Dub Date: 2002 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.17.01.02.27716]] |
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I like to stand and stare off my balcony just as the sun goes down on a Saturday night. The sun always seems to reflect off the lake for just a few minutes in the same way everytime. For a few precious minutes the suns reflection looks like a bird flapping it's wings and taking off to chase the sun away. For those few minutes I feel a peace and a calm that I get from nothingelse except from being behind the wheeel of a car going 180m.p.h. I take these few minutes every saturday night to gather my thoughts from the week that has just past, put all that stress and fustration of a dead end job, annoying customers and a dick of a boss behind me and begin to get my mind ready for the night that is about to begin.........I've come to realize 3 things from this weekly ritual that I perform. 1) Being in love with something doesn't always have to mean a person. 2) Doing something dangerous just for the hell of it is very and I repeat very very stupid and 3) When your in love, you do alot of stupid things........So as the sun finally goes, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, let it out open them....grab my keys and I'm out the door. Going out once agin to see if I'm still the fastest. Out once again to see who thinks that they can beat me. Again to feel the greatest feeling I know. As I bring my car up to a stop and get out to see who all is out tonight I see someone I've never seen, but I know the person. I've seen them a hundred times in hundred different faces......a challenge. As we line up...I look over, the guy is smiling, like he thinks he knows something that I don't. I just look down and turn on the single greatest racing track ever.("Crash" by Methods of Mayhem) As the base kicks in I look up at the guy whose throwing hands. Everyone begins to pull their cars up and line the strip. I look down at my speedometer...0 mph. I hate stopping but it's part of the game so I go with it. The guy raises his hands, It's like everything around me slows down, his hands drop and the world seems to slow to a crawl. I strain so hard to get my foot to the floor and in a flash, the world is coming at me quicker then I can see it. I don't remeber what it was like when I was born but I swear it feels like birth. I look over, the guy in the Mustang is hanging with me. I drop into 2nd gear...45 mph, then 3rd gear 75 and climbing I start to pull ahead....4th gear, I scream past 100 mph. I look over and the guy is almost at my bumper, in to 5th gear 140 mph. I look right and he's not there anymore. To look back and see headlights, that feeling is just indescribable. As I look forward again and down at my speedometer...185 and my engine is redlining. I wish that I didn't have too but there's the finish line and I have to stop. I step on the brake and slow to a stop. For that ten seconds that just past I was back in a calm serene place, watching the sun turn into a bird and it's reflection chase it away over the horizon. It might sound crazy but isn't that how love is. As I turn around to go back, I hear the other people in their cars and on the street clapping, honking their horns, flashing their high-beams all as I drive by, back where I started...but this time with a little more money in my pocket and a little bit more love from a crowd that has the same love I do....I love of speed. I may never truly have love from a girl or be able to understand why they do the things they do when they say there in love too, but I will always know and understand the love of speed. |