Speed

He couldn't quite explain the need he felt to go fast. He just knew that as soon as he got behind the wheel of a car, he had to go. Faster, and faster. He had to go faster.


It was the feel of the engine, the rush of the wind. They spoke to him. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't explain why he did it. Why he felt that need.


It was an adrenaline rush weaving between the cars. He was going so fast now that he didn't pay attention to the speedometer. He knew how fast he was going from the hum of the motor. It wasn't even wound up yet, he had thousands of RPM to go. He came upon a car in the left lane, a quick glance and he was changing lanes. Accerlate, there was the open road. Faster he went.


He could hear the wind rush by the car. He could hear the air screaming his name as it rushed by, encouraging him on. It knew that there was more to give. His foot sank on the pedal, the car leaped forward.


He didn't understand why he lived so dangerously. He had so much to live for. A great job, a fantastic wife, his monetary needs had been met and then some. He was blessed with children, and a deep devotion for God and country. And yet he didn't feel alive until he set down behind a wheel of a car. The engine would roar to live and with it his heart. The faster he drove, the faster his heart pumped. It was his drug.

The traffic was getting thicker now, he put both hands on the wheel. His senses were peaked, his eyes were taking in everything. His brain making minute adjustments, compensating for each car, judging their speed, tracking their travel path, looking for blinkers. He was a blur through the traffic. He so aroused, this was life. The cars made slight noises as he went by. Whoosh, whoosh. He turned up the music. His driving music was fast and lively. It always seem to fit with the pace he drove.


While he made enough money to purchase a fancy sportscar, he found something satisfying about driving a non-descript family car at break-neck speeds. He just liked going fast. He liked making people blink and think to their-selves, "Did I just see that? Was that even possible?" Voom, he was gone.


Inside the city now, he didn't even slow. His eyes were everywhere, back and forth, taking in everything. His brain was running overtime, instaneous decisions flashing before his eyes. Blinker blinking, accelerating, passing the cars. Faster and faster. It was a blur now. Traffic merging in from the right at a blinding rate. Crossing fours lanes to the right and then back to the left, around the eighteen wheeler and back out in front. He pressed the pedal. He had no idea how fast he was going, he just keep going.

He decided it was enough, time to exit, a quick glance in the rear view and then he made a quick move, sliding through the traffic and onto the exit ramp. Smiling to himself he slowed down, becoming a normal person easing carefully into the surface traffic.


Once again mild-mannered well behaved, his monster had been tamed, the demon satisfied. He knew it was never enough, he would always want more. But for now, today, he could live normally again.