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I drive a car. An Aston Martin DB9. $175,000. 0-60 in 4.9 seconds.
The scene:
Downtown St. Louis, 1:52 AM.
After a long day of doing nothing, I decided to cruise the town to get my mind off daily stresses. Driving down Washington Ave., I come to a red light at the intersection of Washington and Taylor. A black Lotus Exige pulls up in the lane next to me.
Lotus Exige:
$45,000. 0-60 in 4.7 seconds.
He looks at me. I know it's coming. He flashes a wad of cash; the standard for drag races in this city is $750. I nod to him. It's on.
I watch the light on Taylor Ave. to see the switch from green to yellow. Once it hits, I gun my engine to almost redline. The light turns green. I pop the clutch and fly off the line. 30 miles per hour. I glance to the left, he's ahead of me. Shit. I glance up to see the next intersection, Kirkwood's, light turning yellow. Power shift into 2nd gear. He's gaining, slowly but surely. The light's red before we enter the intersection. 50 MPH, double clutch, 3rd gear. Cars enter the intersection. I swerve to avoid a Mitsubishi Galant. I hear tire squealing to my left, and a quick glance reveals my opponent slammed on his brakes to avoid hitting passing cars. Dumb move. Power shift into 4th, 75 MPH. The road has become a blur, the street lamps blend into one another.
Clay Avenue; light turns green as I come up on it. 95 MPH, double clutch, 5th gear. I hear a muffler roar to my left. Shit, he's back.
Harrison Avenue, I can't even see the stoplights anymore. I know if anything were to go wrong, I'm dead.
Pleasant Ct. is the cutoff line. 1.5 blocks to go. 120 MPH, power shift, 6th gear. I glance over and see his taillights.
Van Buren Avenue. I think it's green. Does it really matter? I make it through the intersection. Before I reach Pleasant, I hear an explosion.
Was it mine or his?
The scene:
Downtown St. Louis, 1:52 AM.
After a long day of doing nothing, I decided to cruise the town to get my mind off daily stresses. Driving down Washington Ave., I come to a red light at the intersection of Washington and Taylor. A black Lotus Exige pulls up in the lane next to me.
Lotus Exige:
$45,000. 0-60 in 4.7 seconds.
He looks at me. I know it's coming. He flashes a wad of cash; the standard for drag races in this city is $750. I nod to him. It's on.
I watch the light on Taylor Ave. to see the switch from green to yellow. Once it hits, I gun my engine to almost redline. The light turns green. I pop the clutch and fly off the line. 30 miles per hour. I glance to the left, he's ahead of me. Shit. I glance up to see the next intersection, Kirkwood's, light turning yellow. Power shift into 2nd gear. He's gaining, slowly but surely. The light's red before we enter the intersection. 50 MPH, double clutch, 3rd gear. Cars enter the intersection. I swerve to avoid a Mitsubishi Galant. I hear tire squealing to my left, and a quick glance reveals my opponent slammed on his brakes to avoid hitting passing cars. Dumb move. Power shift into 4th, 75 MPH. The road has become a blur, the street lamps blend into one another.
Clay Avenue; light turns green as I come up on it. 95 MPH, double clutch, 5th gear. I hear a muffler roar to my left. Shit, he's back.
Harrison Avenue, I can't even see the stoplights anymore. I know if anything were to go wrong, I'm dead.
Pleasant Ct. is the cutoff line. 1.5 blocks to go. 120 MPH, power shift, 6th gear. I glance over and see his taillights.
Van Buren Avenue. I think it's green. Does it really matter? I make it through the intersection. Before I reach Pleasant, I hear an explosion.
Was it mine or his?