he drives along, speeding a little to catch up with cars ahead. there's no one on the road ahead of him for at least 10 carlengths. out of the corner of his eye he sees something black, he turns to face it just in time to see a car fly and flip, landing upsidedown. bits of plastic from the mirror and other attatchments go everywhere. they shower the road ahead of him, bouncing off the very end of a semi truck before hitting the road. he slams on the breaks, partially to avoid being hit by the pieces, partially because it takes him a moment to realize that the car hasn't indeed flown over the median and nearly hit him head-on. he pulls over, stops the car and tries to follow others' lead in running accross the freeway to check on the passengers. the cars just don't seem to stop for him. finally the guy behind him when it happened comes back and tells him that everything is ok, the people are fine, and the girl is just freaking out a little. the cars around barely seem to notice anymore, they just go around, not bothering to stop at all. to them this is just another obsticle on their way to wherever they are going. to him it is a moment he will never forget. being so close to being hit so badly will scar him for at least a few months.
the funny part is that he wishes it had a little bit. he always wonders what would happen if he crashed, even what would happen if he smashed into the median at 135km/h (over 80mph). this might be a sick little piece of his mind, but he really wants to learn the hard way. he wants to be the weak victim, to be looked at as a little less than sane. he wants to feel the pain, push technology to its limits, push the human body to its limits. he likes the power behind the wheel, the fact that his passengers trust him enough to not wreck the car just for fun.
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