“The speed limit is 35 all along here Larkin.”

“I know George, I’m only going 37, but I’ll slow down a bit.” I say as I tap the breaks and hit the air horn at the same time while passing stopped a minivan oddly turned in the right lane. The street looks strangly post-apocalypic, with every car I pass stopped at some weird angle. All the lights are green as I move through town just a hair over the speed limit.

Again, adrenaline rushing, no where to go, it pools… slowely filling my senses until time inches
along… t u  r  n      l   e    f        t   .     .       .        .

Slam! back into full speed, yellow light, AIR HORN, cars pull off as I blaze through downtown, hit congested traffic. The three passangers in the back are silent as radio traffic gives us parking instructions.

Smoke billows from some roof to our right, as we pass crowds of people in various levels of dress standing in groups looking just a bit confused.

Sirens off… and a whole new adventure begins.

No one hurt, thankyou’s exchanged…

3 days later and still I’ve got some adrenaline left. 1st emergent run with me driving.

AWESOME life energy stuffing itself into my exsistance.