My Buddy's Car

Running with the devil.

I was flying down I-75 south. The lanes were empty. In the rear view I saw Wes's car barreling down the fast lane behind me. This was it. How I was gonna die. Killed by a demon car. Then I saw my exit. I hit the ramp doing 110 and almost didn't make the turn. The stupid Fairlady rode through cleanly. I saw Jackson's f-150 the upgrades I had done were doing the trick he was giving Wesley a front row seat to the destruction of either his best friend or his sports car. I finally arrived where this battle was to take place. A deserted pasture with a large pond in the middle. I tore through the open gate Zelda followed. Jackson stopped and closed the gate. The fence was concrete so if one of us hit it we were finished. I wheeled around on Zelda. Her lights flicked on bright red. Halos which had not been installed came on and were a demonic orange. In retaliation I lit the entire pasture with a set of generators I set up for this occasion. The night was dark, but the lights in this valley made it look like day. Zelda charged me. I floored my truck and began a game of chicken with someone a lot less afraid of dieing than me.