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| PC: Joe Neric on Unsplash |
It was still late Sunday afternoon and fellow cars on the road headed down to New York City were at a similar speed knowing that no cop was going to bother over this minor infringement of the speed limit.
I had been on this journey a number of times before; every curve of the freeway and even the massive 18 wheeler trucks that made up most of the traffic on weekends were pretty familiar to me. Like the sun was losing interest in the activities of that part of the world, so too was I, almost hypnotized by the unwavering repetitiveness of this particular drive.
Then... a ghost whipped by the driver side's window, leaning right into the path of my car and then racing ahead to lean in and out of all the cars that lay ahead.
There's no other sound like it in the world.
The super-short whine of a super-powerful machine zipping past your car so fast that in comparison, you seem to be standing still. And then, another ghost flashed by and then another.
Sports bike gang, alert!
A few yellow Suzuki Bandits, a couple of lime green Kawasaki Ninjas, a lone Hayabusa and a few more monsters of the two-wheeled variety - all may even have been apparitions for the minimal length of time that they remained within our eyesight. Dancing, weaving taillights; muscled steel bodies, engines powered by hell and speeds ensuring that whatever else happens, the motorcycles would get you there quick... really quick.
There's no other sound like it in the world.
The super-short whine of a super-powerful machine zipping past your car so fast that in comparison, you seem to be standing still. And then, another ghost flashed by and then another.
Sports bike gang, alert!
A few yellow Suzuki Bandits, a couple of lime green Kawasaki Ninjas, a lone Hayabusa and a few more monsters of the two-wheeled variety - all may even have been apparitions for the minimal length of time that they remained within our eyesight. Dancing, weaving taillights; muscled steel bodies, engines powered by hell and speeds ensuring that whatever else happens, the motorcycles would get you there quick... really quick.
My hands on the wheel were trembling for quite a few seconds after the last of the motorcycle gang had whizzed past.
It was impossible to keep up with them, for us, all those imprisoned by the curse of 4 wheels.
It would be a joke even if we tried.
But the speed demons had left behind a black hole, a warp zone which sucked all of us trailing them into upping our average speeds by a good 15-20 mph more for a significant while before we realized the futility of our wishes.
No car on the road right there and then on that section of I-95 S could claim to have fought off this sudden yield to temptation.
The Devil cackled in our ears, urging us to heed the message sent out to all of us on the road in his own inimitable way.
"Go on", he whispered, "You've been a good boy long enough. Now, surge."
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[Do not be foolish enough to consider everything stated above as an incentive to speed. Drive and ride safe. Reach home. Alive. With all limbs in their respective places. Let others on the road do so too. Please.]
[http://virtual-inksanity.blogspot.in/2010/05/surge.html]
It was impossible to keep up with them, for us, all those imprisoned by the curse of 4 wheels.
It would be a joke even if we tried.
But the speed demons had left behind a black hole, a warp zone which sucked all of us trailing them into upping our average speeds by a good 15-20 mph more for a significant while before we realized the futility of our wishes.
No car on the road right there and then on that section of I-95 S could claim to have fought off this sudden yield to temptation.
The Devil cackled in our ears, urging us to heed the message sent out to all of us on the road in his own inimitable way.
"Go on", he whispered, "You've been a good boy long enough. Now, surge."
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| PC: Filip Mroz on Unsplash |
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[Do not be foolish enough to consider everything stated above as an incentive to speed. Drive and ride safe. Reach home. Alive. With all limbs in their respective places. Let others on the road do so too. Please.]
[http://virtual-inksanity.blogspot.in/2010/05/surge.html]
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