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I wrote this while in Math at College the other day...I hate math.
Lemme know if you like, I got others like it,

The night was cold, but the window was cracked just enough to alleviate the smoke curling like a ballerina our of the end of his cigar. Alone he was, but not without companionship. His friend didn’t talk, didn’t listen, but all the same seemed to understand. The car was not really just a car to him, to all the those that don’t understand it was however just a car. The car was there with him, under him, around him, surrounding him in a cage of safety and power. The seat hugging his ribs, the belts snugging his shoulders softy, yet with firm assurance, back into the cushion.

The wheel reporting all the pavement had to tell straight to his hands and fingers. His feet were perched on the gas pedal and twitchingly laying next to the clutch, awaiting the moment. His hand rest softly on the shift knob just enough to be there not enough to put pressure on the shifter. Awaiting the growling overhead cams and the whine of the turbo at maximum
boost, waiting to drop the clutch and caress the shifter to a higher gear. The roaring exhaust and high pitched whine sent electric charges of adrenaline through his veins causing his body to shiver slightly. The sound of the tires grumbling against the pavement in straight-line speed and moaned and screamed through hard turns the chassis flexing slightly and small squeaks being heard from just behind his head.

The cold winter pavement was unforgiving, and the random patches of snow salt would momentarily kick the rear tires out giving him a quick second of reaction time test as he snapped the wheel into the miniature slide to keep the car accelerating. Street light oval after oval passing on the pavement, the reflections passing up the windshield and down the back glass. Off the entrance ramp to the highway and his hand grabs the shifter...out of fourth into third is the plan. The clutch goes in as the shifter eases forward. All the way in with the clutch third gear seats the clutch is sidestepped and the throttle slammed. His head lightly taps the headrest with the initial torque of the gear change. The turbo whines, the engine growls and the street lights begin to run past the car. Traffic moves up fast and a smooth glide to the empty fast lane allows safe passage and linear acceleration. In his mind his next move is planned.

A twisty side road begins to whisper challenges in his ear. The thought interrupted by the quick snapping hiss of his blow-off valve. Into fourth the hand guides the shifter as his foot massages the clutch pedal in and out. A quick glimpse over his shoulder and glance in the mirrors tells him the other lane is open. Snapping the wheel he jumps lanes quickly and brakes hard to make it up the exit ramp. Shifting back into third letting the motor share the deceleration duties. Gliding now up a slight incline, signal for right turn blinking on his dashboard, a soft clicking is heard. No traffic coming. Back into the gas and a hard yank on the wheel. Screaming tires as the rear end slides wide right. Both his hands on the wheel spinning it into the slide to stabilize the car. The slide stops but forward motion increases with more pressure on the gas.

Highbeams flick on and a quick turn is a surprise. Darting wide and smacking the brakes the nose of the car dips forward. He whips the wheel hard right and eases back into the gas at first then floors it. The tires begin to moan as he balances the right front tire on the very last edge of pavement before the grass begins. Hard out of the short right and directly into a longer banked left. Still accelerating through pushing his back down hard into the seat. The apex comes and the turn tightens pushing harder. The exit of the turn levels out and rolls immediately the other way, a much tighter turn. Hard brakes and hard wheel. The clutch gets stomped and the second gear is found. His toe flicks the gas and the clutch eases out. Off the brake now and back on to accelerating. The road widens and so do his eyes. The time to push too hard has come.

Pounding the gas pedal and smacking the shifter forward into third as the clutch pedal slams back up. the next turn is wide open all the way through. Snapping the wheel momentarily the rear tires light up in screams to wake the night. The gas remains constant and the car turns more than the road. He turns into the
slide feathering the wheel to keep the car from going all the way around. The turn ends and the gas is released a touch to re-gather the rear tires.

The next turn is tighter. The brakes get smacked and the car dips hard as the wheel is jerked left hard. Back into the throttle and the rear swings out wide again, this time on more of an angle. He can glance to his left and see the road he just traveled to his right the road to come. The tires screaming again the front wheels guiding the car through the turn and the throttle bouncing up and down to keep from sliding to far. The sweat on his forehead begins to run down the sides of his face. His heart pounding, his hands so sweaty that it becomes hard to keep the wheel from sliding. The screaming and smoking stops as he exits the turn and focuses on the next.

Hard onto the throttle the car pushes faster forward. Deep into the turn before a tap on the brakes and a snap of the wheel and back to sliding right again. The turn tightens quickly and unexpectedly. The side of the road to which he his sliding drops off to a steep hill. Too steep to park the car on. He punches the gas and turns into the slide, spinning the car around 180 degrees. then stomps the brake and clutch, sliding to a stop facing the road he just drove.

Inhaling a deep breath he looks for oncoming headlights. None coming, he rests for a second there, replaying his mistake, replaying his triumphs. Taking deep breaths to settle his racing heart. He drops the clutch back in, the car settles backwards a touch and into first gear and slowly forward the car rolls. Back up the road that just beat him. Back home to rest for another night, another challenge. Cruising easily up that backroad, easing through the turns and giving the car a break, she ran hard tonight, she deserves a nice cruise home.
 

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Maybe you should be taking English classes instead. Considering you prefer writing over mathematics. Too long to read so I can't comment on it. It started off pretty alright though.
 

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That was a really good story. Very detailed and interesting. good job. :bigthumb:
 
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thanks..i appreciate the compliments....I wasn't really pandering for compliments as I was just wondering if anyone minded my posting such things, since it isn't exactly a kill.

I took just about every english course i could, and for awhile wanted to be a Lit Prof. buuuuutttt.....changed my mine. Still write alot though,..maybe one day I'll get published.
 

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forget video, I'd settle for some paragraphs... sorry but it's just really not appealing to read giant blocks of text like that.
 
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give Penthouse Forums a call, maybe you could do some writing for them
 
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paul_c said:
give Penthouse Forums a call, maybe you could do some writing for them
except everywhere you wrote stick shift, replace it with the word "penis," you should get a job no problem
 
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lmao...thanks I'll consider the penthouse advice....maybe some free issues could come my way? ...except I don't care for penthouse, anyways, about the paragraphs...the cut and paste method I used from my word program didn't seem to like them....but give me a second I'll see what I can do.
 
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lmao...thanks I'll consider the penthouse advice....maybe some free issues could come my way? ...except I don't care for penthouse, anyways, about the paragraphs...the cut and paste method I used from my word program didn't seem to like them....but give me a second I'll see what I can do.
:) :) :) It's the women that like to read the porn; I'm telling you, you have a gift.
 
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SupraChigga03 said:
so ummm.... where's the video? :D
the video has yet to be shot....but maybe when the supra is running at full tilt next time I'll see what I can do....I'm crazy enough, I may end up have to add a part about me not making the final slide and goin off that hill....lets hope not:(

but this is a fictional story at the moment, inspired by my car, and my day dreams....day dreams as of yet..
 
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ciff notes.....
driving car, enjoying it,
drives twisty road, goes to fast, spins, enjoys it,
goes home.

SupraChigga03 I know you were kidding,....but now I just gotta do it....you joke may be the end of my supra.....nah.
 

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where the fuck are the Cliffnotes, im to lazy to read this
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for cliff notes refer to my previous post

yeah, apparently just inspiring this was too much for my car....add me to the bhg list please :( oh wells....sorry some folks think its too long...it wouldn't be as detailed if it were short.
 

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sounds good to me..kinda like initial d...keep up the good work!
 
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