At first it was nothing special. I mean, it was nice don't get me wrong. But there was no hole in the hood for the engine to poke through, the tires looked like all seasons, there was no flame paint job, and what are those.. 15" rims? Everybody knows the bigger the rims the faster the car. And this thing was a boat! There was no way we were getting wherever we were going fast.
Let's go, I said. Let's see what she got! I opened the door to the passenger side, which felt like if I didn't hold on to the handle it would fall to the ground from its own weight. And shutting the door was no better. You'd think such a heavy door would have needed a good wallop to shut properly.. Boy was I wrong. And boy did my friend let me know it when he heard the thing bang. Sorry, I said. What's with this car! I was starting to think I should have just stayed inside and found out whether or not those lemurs got that rain water they needed so much. But then he started the engine..
I felt myself straighten up a little, in my seat. You would have thought there was a grizzly bear in the back seat when this thing started. Well at least it's got a good exhaust system, I said. Yea, he chuckled. As I rolled my window down, I noticed the shifter looked different than most cars I have seen before. What's that, I asked. Pistol grip shifter, he said. Pistol grip, I asked. And that's when it hit me. Not the realization that this car meant business, although that was clear enough, but what hit me was the seat I was sitting in. As my friend slammed his "pistol grip" shifter into first, that seat I was sitting in was about the only thing in this car that made sense anymore. It was like somebody shot me out of a cannon on a little bucket seat.
I was permanently stuck in that seat, leaning somewhat towards the door, hoping to God I slammed it shut hard enough that it wasn't going to pop open! Because I could hear the road moving past my door. I could hear the rubber tires buckling under the pressure, propelling all this weight forward, not enough to break free, just pushing that edge. I could hear the lives of little pebbles being ground to a fine dust as this monster car used them to rocket itself into the next dimension. And just when I thought it couldn't get any scarier, my friend shifted into 2nd, and let out a big "WOOHOO" while he did. How dare he! Here I was probably gonna need a fresh pair of underwear and he lets out a "WOOHOO"?!
Anyways, as I lurched forward for that split second I remember thinking "oh good, I'll just roll this window up".. Because of that open window my face and ears were feeling the full effect of mach infinity speeds. Blindfolded your senses would have told you were either in a wind tunnel built to simulate hurricane conditions, or strapped to the front of a jet airplane!! But I barely finished the thought as my friend Slammed his foot back down on the gas, sending me hurdling back into my seat, and sending my out stretched left arm which was reaching for the window, back into my chest. So there I was, stuck in the same position I was in all through 1st gear, except this time I had my left arm pinned to my chest by impossible g-forces. How can this car be moving this fast, I thought. I also thought about how freaked out a lemur would be if he was chillin in the back seat right now. Ha, lemurs.
Finally the madness ended. My friend let off the throttle. My arm let off my chest. The seat let off my back. My friend looked at me and said, Pretty sweet eh?! That's when I looked him straight in the eye and said.. It's alright.
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