THE FAST LANE.

I stepped on the gas with a whole lot of zeal. My ego was never going to let me throw in the towel, never mind the fact that my competition was if anything up on their game. I was seeing a clean (sic) quartet of wheels and my engine did sound desperate being in total contrast with my usual persuasiveness.
An oncoming track blared its horns at me. I could swear I had read the lips of the driver as he threw all kinds of insults. I particularly got the word 'knucklehead' and had I not been attending to more urgent irons in my fire, I would have served him with equal replies. Say maybe a middle finger and a shout of 'get your old junk off the road!' 
Talking of more important irons in the fire, not nothing I hadn't dealt with before. You see, I had one of the best souped up rides in town, a Nissan GTR, slightly modified to cope with these poor roads. Nevertheless, the roads were to me what the battlefields were to Alexander the Great. I prefered the whip painted total black, the interior too, and I had especially trained myself, adequately, how to manoevre those tight corners. In fact I made it look so easy. As easy as selling to weed to Snoop.

So on this day, I had driven from the gas station with usual gusto and pride, and stopped at the lights on the immediate intersection. I could feel my machine purring as if belching from an overfeed of petroleum. I reached for my Montblanc sunglasses at the backseat, only in time to see a Merc, an E63 AMG pull up next to me. I wore my shades in a flourish, quite vainglorious you would say; even though I wouldn't care less. I lowered my window and tried to peek through the tinted frames of this sexy beast. Little had I tried to make out who was driving such a beauty, than the lights went green, and I was late for a few seconds, as it sped off, casting and billowing smoke on its trail. Now there is this common rule in calculus... forget about it. This wasn't rocket science. I had a challenger!
20 minutes or so in this daring race. I honestly was on the brink of being humbled by a mysterious driver. I know not of defeat though, and from where I come from there is a common saying, that a brave bull is that which goes down with grass in its mouth. Dangerously, I swerved from oncoming traffic, and for some moment I was in my zone. My left hand quickly oscilated from the steering wheel to the gear stick, but I have to admit, my challenger was not one of those scaredy cats I often encountered on these roads. No way. In fact,  I could barely keep up, they were driving so fast and furious, the best I could do was just ensure I could keep them in sight. Finally I had an idea. Did I mention corners were my piece of cake? We were fast approaching a big bend, say 300 meters away, and I was particularly intent on maximising my advantage on taking this corner. I was so good I did amaze myself at times. Mercurial, if anything. My acuity worked wonders, as I observed my challenger reduce to almost 80 kp/hr to take the corner. They must have been surprised to see me right at their bumper in less than a minute after that. I let out a laughter laced with the joy of conquer, and stepped on my pedal with renewed intent!
We raced past a traffic police patrol vehicle, and I imagined that he didn't even get a chance to read our plates. Down the street we drove in supersonic speeds, as I kept hoping for a chance to pull the final trick in my books. Then as if a prayer answered instantly, I spotted an oncoming bus from a close distance. There was otherwise little traffic now, like everyone had deserted the roads and left them for their bosses. I was hitting close to 260km/ph, and still demanding more from my engine. The bus was approaching fast, and I new this was it, so I swerved to the extreme lane, pouncing on the chance to lead this race for the first time. You can imagine my excitement when the bus whisked past, honking like as if it was suffering from an aggrevated case of whooping cough, and then realising that my competitor had been quite distracted and was now a few meters behind me. I was leading! Finally, and now moving at a frenetic speed, closing on on the 300km/ph mark. Then I suddenly picked up something quite bewildering on my side mirror. I wondered whether what I was seeing was real, or maybe just a creation of my mind. I mean, this is crazy! Was I racing with a lady all this while? Oh my balls! Where was my chivalry? I was zombied, just sat and held on the steering wheel.This discovery had honestly cast me into a frenzy, quite overtaken by emotion.
I was not really sure what ate me up in a single bite. Maybe it was the shock of the artifice that had been exposed before my eyes. Or maybe the extent of animus expressed by this female racer. Or maybe still, the sparkle of her eyes, that was still enough to melt my soul even just from the mere reflection of my mirrors. Or again maybe all these could just be my mere excuses for what transpired next.
See, I had for ever been a very diligent driver. Never brushed not even a leaf on the roads. Yet on this day, I had been helpless. I was reduced to a mere quack. They say the strength of a woman. I probably would have won this race, like usual. But she had effortlessly set my own heart into a race of its own, completely rendering my attention away from the driving. Inevitably, I paid the cost, terribly, as I hit a speed bump at top speed, the irony, and my beloved car was flung into the air. The airbags hit my chest, the car rolling over into complete obliteration. I hit my head on the handbrake, felt the metal crush on me, and instantly passed out.

I wondered if I was dead. I wouldn't have minded much if I was anyway, because even if there was still much I had yet to do in this life, I had certainly seen the woman with the most lovely eyes in the entire world!
As I struggled to open my own eyes, my entire body ached. The smell of medicine wafted into my nostrils. My vision was blurry, and my ears could just barely pick the blaring siren of the ambulance. Someone was holding my hand. Gentle and warm. I was fastened to a stretcher, with bandages over my right arm. Then I saw those lovely eyes, small yet filled with awe, so deep, their colour that of cement. Comforting. I stared at them, intently.
She struggled to keep away the urge to cry.
I could see her tears on the verge of stinging from those sexy optic organs. They were the kind of eyes that would make a man quit living life on the fast lane, literally. She held me even tighter, and mumbled some words which I could barely pick. I still did reply though, or maybe
I just told her what was in my mind, "My God. You are so beautiful..." and let out a groan. Her cheeks flushed, I never knew angels blushed too! She smiled, concealing the angst that was evidently within her.
Those few words had almost sucked out the little life that was still in me, before a nurse finally put me back to sleep with the prick of injected sleeping aid.


As I thought of I could probably drive myself faster to the hospital though.
Or maybe they should let her drive! She can really drive!
Or maybe not. I'd rather she stays by my side. Always, stick to me baby and Imma stick by you.
Was she reading my mind? Why was she smiling?


My God I feel drowsy!

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Now children, that's how I met your mother...