Clutch in. Shift. Turn. Shift. Clutch out. Balance the turn angle as the tires skid across the wet road. Hard acceleration. Six thousand RPMs, seven thousand, eight thousand. We're deep in the red line now. The roar of the engine is deafening as an old six-cylinder engine is pushed to the limit. He checks his watch. He's three seconds faster. Clutch in. Shift. Clutch out as he practically stomps on the throttle. The car roars in response. Five thousand now, six thousand, seven thousand RPMs. He checks his watch again. He's definitely faster now, faster than ever before. He sees the corner and responds to it almost instinctively. Shift. Hard turn. The car groans as weight is shifted onto the right. Easy now, Shift and soft turn of the wheel. The car responds to the wordless command. Hard acceleration, it's all or nothing now. The car shoots off the corner beautifully. Six thousand, seven thousand, eight thousand RPMs. Suddenly, there is a loud bang. Massive loss of power. Smoke escapes from the hood of the engine.
"SHIT!" he shouts. He slowly guides the car to the side of the road and switches off the engine. The door opens. His joints creak and groan as he gets out of his 1971 Datsun 240Z. He looks both up and down the road. Not a car in sight. Surprisingly, he laughs.
"What a way to start retirement," he says.
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Dream
General FictionJohn has a dream. He wants to race. He is good at it too, better than most actual racers according to his friends and family. There is only one tiny problem. John is old. Very old. After years of working in a job that brought him little joy, he fina...
