Zero to Sixty

The engine purred as we hit the 60 mph mark and proceeded to surpass it by more and more digits on the speedometer. First in “units” and later in “tens”. I could feel the temperature change on my palms, my upper lip and the back of my neck as the adrenaline flooded my system. My heart raced perhaps in an attempt to play catch up with the 300 hp engine.

“SIX MINUTES! SIX MINUTES DOUG E FRESH YOU ARE ON …!”

Strange, but at the point the car goes into an uncontrollable spin and tips over your brain selects a weird soundtrack that only makes sense to it. Time stops as your life flashes before your eyes. Years of memories crammed into nanoseconds. “It is peaceful here!” But sorry you cannot stay. Back to the event at hand. You are having an accident remember !?!

Decelerate. Stop. Accelerate. Ooops! Craaaasshh! Ouch! That hurt. Seriously, trust me, it did.

“LA DI DA DI WE LIKE TO PARTY . WE DON’T CAUSE TROUBLE. WE DON’T BOTHER NOBODY!”

It is that song again. The screams just stopped and started again. Then the sound of the feet of the other road users turned rescuers. The audio-visuals are still blurry, jaunty and disorienting. What is that ringing monotone? Did he just say, “A-R-E Y-O-U O-K-aaay ?” I think I am going to pass out.

Zero to sixty

“Ladi Dadi…” It’s that music again. Ok I am going to lie down now for a bit. Can you please turn off the sun and the sirens? Remember to drive safely. Speed kills. Wake me up when we get to the hospital. πŸ˜ŽπŸ™‚πŸ˜œπŸ˜Ž

Speed daemon advisory.

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