0320. 130km/h. then 140. then barely making it to 145.
as the taxi's engine gobbled diesel and ripped through the expressway into the dead of the dusk, a friendly reminder flashed meekly on the little console's lcd monitor. it tried to convey, however unconvincingly, to the driver this message:
DRIVE CAREFULLY!
a pity. the bolded red arials failed to stop this man's rampage; someone whose 5 room flat mortgage depended on his speedy driving, whose primary 4 son's uniform and textbooks depended on his near-driftings, whose nus 3rd year accountancy undergrad daughter's tuition fee depended on him constantly flooring the pedal.
or prolly whose divorce alimony is corroding a fat hole in his fast fading pocket.
whichever was his raison d'etre, the taxi he was piloting conveniently zipped pass all the familar landmarks along the straight stretch of tarmac; engine roaring, headlights blurring, all without breaking a sweat.
finally 150km/h.
i muttered a silent prayer in the back seat and secretly buckled up.
2 comments:
shoulda taken over the wheels bro, you could've shown him a thing or two about riding.. i mean driving. ;)
oh man! see the god of sex run! see the god of sex jump! see the god of sex crack an auto-erotica joke!
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