the olden days

Jul 07, 2005 04:42

The sound of the two 3" down pipes rumbles as you pull up to the stop light next to hastings. A red 1997 Honda Civic Si sits next to you just asking to be ruined. A song comes on your CD player that just makes you want to scream, because the song, mixed with the adrenaline is so poetic. You rev your engine to 6 grand. He rev's his indicating its on. The light on the side street turns from green, to yellow, to red. GO!
first gear: Your heart is racing, nothing is there except for you and the next light in front of you. 8000RPMS SHIFT
Second Gear: your pulling away, slowly but surely, dont look in the side mirror, dont. 7000...8 SHIFT
Third Gear: hes gaining, you pull up to the red light and blow past it, 60..65...67...70 SHIFT
Fourth Gear: going by the police station and court house, adrenaline pumping hard, side by side, the race is done on who shifts first 6000...7000...8000....8500 SHIFT
Fifth gear: you pull, faster and harder than ever, your foot is down, 90, 94, 99, 101, SHIT!!
GEAR DOWN SHARP CORNER
fifth to fourth...to third....55 mph
hard drift tires squealing, wrong lane of traffic, get back in the right lane!
he rolls up next to you, both in 3rd
SHIFT
4th: you pass the gas stations
ANOTHER SHARP TURN
gear down to second 35 mph drift onto the wenatchee bridge.
he singles his headlights in defeat. as you roll across the bridge in victory

now im sad.
i miss that.
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