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It was just as the moon became brightest that I would let her loose. Kick the garage up and rev the engine, the night awaited. I would take it slow as I crept through the neighborhood not wanting to alert the neighbors that there was a stoned madman waiting to get his kicks nearby. The night was crisp and fresh and as I rolled down the windows and opened the sunroof I felt a life-giving chill crawl across my skin. I had a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of red wine, Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Be Wild" came blaring over the radio and I remembered my urge to buy a motorcycle, which would in a sense be an alternative, and more dangerous, way to attempt what I was about to do, get out on the road when the night is quietest, when everything living nearby seems to respond to your presence with alarm as that engine roars down the highway, the dashed yellow line in the middle of the road as your only compass, nothing holds you back as the music and the marijuana fuel your Sunday drive with a twist. I feel most alive as the speedometer creeps upward and I'm at the point where I'm careening down the highway teetering the line of insanity and bliss. The cool air rips my arm back as I stick it out of the window attempting to gain a tangible sense of the speed I am traveling because the number 123 on my speedometer doesn't really mean that much. It's the knowledge that a sudden jolt of the wheel could send me flying helplessly into a ditch or a large horribly placed tree trunk. The boss was my companion as my rubber-wheeled chariot rolled on down the road at death speed. I smoked my last cigarette and pulled into a gas station to fill up, pull a U-turn, and head on home. My joy ride was halfway through and the pot was beginning to wear off, best be home quickly to rejuvenate my bones with some herbal medication. I took a couple swigs out of the bottle of red that I brought with me and it was back to the road. I find its best to just eliminate the idea of a police officer from your head when attempting to do what I was this very night, nothing can weigh down on you, you must feel limitless and ready for any action at any moment, whether or not that includes dangerously maneuvering your car at uncontrollable speeds I am not sure, but the experience cannot be duplicated. So I sped along moving as swiftly as possible, unable to ponder the thought of being pulled over and possibly arressted for Driving While Heavily Under the Influence of Marijuana and Red Wine, a DWHUIMRW i believe they call it. I brought her back to human-like speeds as I made the turn back towards the neighborhood. My escape was brief but breathtaking, and now it was back to life as one of them, at least until tomorrow night. |
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Posted by Kovo on 2008-06-24 01:28:04 | Rating: | Views: 42
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