A reckless driver zoomed down the wet and slippery roads. His car was shaking as his speakers blasted the thundering growls, the biting guitars, and the thrashing drums. He was angry that he couldn't keep his car clean. It had been raining all week making his pride-and-joy ugly and dull, it made his blood boil which wasn't a difficult feat these days.blasted the thundering growls, the biting guitars, and the thrashing drums. He was angry that he couldn't keep his car clean. It had been raining all week making his pride-and-joy ugly and dull, it made his blood boil which wasn't a difficult feat these days. So he was dealing with his anger the only way he could at the moment. His music, he said, helped him relax. She knew he was lying. Sitting in the passenger seat her heart was racing almost as fast the senseless mind of his. The music made her feel vulnerable when he drove this way in this kind of mood. Then he pushed a button that made her heart jump to her throat as a little orange light died. That little orange light was the indicator for the traction control on his tires. He'd turned it off. She knew what he wanted.
"Just once…" He grinned an evil grin as he gripped the wheel tighter, "Just once I want to race through the country roads." "Why?!" She challenged his stupidity with a cold look. "Oh, you know…" he said with an air of disinterest, "Just to feel what it'd be like. To see how well my car could handle it. To see how I could handle it! Woo! I'd be freaking out! Ha ha! Oo! Do you think we'd flip? Nah! We probably just spin out." He burst into laughter as he speed up for the endless puddles ahead. "You want to be an idiot, Johnny?" she snapped, raising her voice so it was