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I'm starting to get scared of my own driving. I've almost killed myself on the road about 3 times in the past week.
Normally, I'm a pretty good driver. Me and Rufus (my beat up old 626) are like a team. Sure he's old (9 years old) and grey (literally. He's grey), but Rufus? Is a G. I've jumped curbs, driven down grassy embankments (don't ask) and through high water...all kinds of shit, but he just doesn't stop.
I feel like a fucking NASCAR driver when I'm zipping around in my car. But I used to be really cautious about my fast driving. If I was going 80, I'd look twice before passing other cars or changing lanes. But now, I'm getting pretty reckless.
Just a few days ago, I overtook an 18-wheeler so fast that it didn't see me and I was almost splattered all over 35E. And then today, I almost rear-ended a guy (but he stopped short, so it almost sort of wasn't my fault), and the person behind me almost smashed into me as a result. That was some scary shit.
And then there was the time I was behind this big pickup that wouldn't let me pass him. Every time I tried to, he decided to start driving like he actually had somehwere to go and I'd be forced to get back behind him. I hate bitchass drivers like that. But I managed to overtake him, and also almost caused an accident in the process. Although he did try to menace me by tailgating me and turning on his high-beams, but you see, the thing is, I drive 80 miles an hour like a maniac because I can. Rufus can handle that shit no problem. So I ended up leaving his ass in the dust and let him know just WHY I was trying so hard to pass him--because he drives like a bitch.
(Do you see how mean I get when I'm driving? Or even just talking about driving? I need to stop)
I think I have alot of pent up frustration that I release when I'm driving. I'm lucky that I haven't killed myself or even gotten a speeding ticket in the two years I've lived in Denton. As therapeutic as it is to rip down the road, I can't keep risking my life. So me and Rufus are going to cool it with the speed demon thing. At least for now.
Normally, I'm a pretty good driver. Me and Rufus (my beat up old 626) are like a team. Sure he's old (9 years old) and grey (literally. He's grey), but Rufus? Is a G. I've jumped curbs, driven down grassy embankments (don't ask) and through high water...all kinds of shit, but he just doesn't stop.
I feel like a fucking NASCAR driver when I'm zipping around in my car. But I used to be really cautious about my fast driving. If I was going 80, I'd look twice before passing other cars or changing lanes. But now, I'm getting pretty reckless.
Just a few days ago, I overtook an 18-wheeler so fast that it didn't see me and I was almost splattered all over 35E. And then today, I almost rear-ended a guy (but he stopped short, so it almost sort of wasn't my fault), and the person behind me almost smashed into me as a result. That was some scary shit.
And then there was the time I was behind this big pickup that wouldn't let me pass him. Every time I tried to, he decided to start driving like he actually had somehwere to go and I'd be forced to get back behind him. I hate bitchass drivers like that. But I managed to overtake him, and also almost caused an accident in the process. Although he did try to menace me by tailgating me and turning on his high-beams, but you see, the thing is, I drive 80 miles an hour like a maniac because I can. Rufus can handle that shit no problem. So I ended up leaving his ass in the dust and let him know just WHY I was trying so hard to pass him--because he drives like a bitch.
(Do you see how mean I get when I'm driving? Or even just talking about driving? I need to stop)
I think I have alot of pent up frustration that I release when I'm driving. I'm lucky that I haven't killed myself or even gotten a speeding ticket in the two years I've lived in Denton. As therapeutic as it is to rip down the road, I can't keep risking my life. So me and Rufus are going to cool it with the speed demon thing. At least for now.