Wee hours of the morning…
Thursday, February 17th, 2005Coming back from a night out, he sees an empty road ahead of him. The many cars that would have occupieed the many lanes stretched ahead are missing, giving him the perfect chance to test the limits of his ride.
Pushing pedal to the metal, he accelerates, 100, 120, 140, 160…..180…And it stops there, engine not revving any higher, speed not going any faster. Reaching a ceiling, he thinks, “it’s speed limited, what a shame”.
Slowly shifting weight off the accelerator, the ride starts to slow down, and everything suddenly seems to go by in slow motion.
And he drives off into the night, in the wee hours of the morning…