..60..65...70...80...ooh la laaa...84 ..is s what my digital speedometer read as i was stealing glances at it desperately trying to concentrate on the road .Close to noon,considerable amount of traffic.Just the way i like it . Weaving through stacked cars had become a part of my death wish.even so , i loved it .it takes hardly a second to overtake a car. Like Cris Cornell said ' speed means freedom of the soul' . I shifted gears , pulling up next to the car in an attempt to put it in the mirror, even if i didn't have one. At around 60Km/hr ,I pulled up along side the car, just in time to see a bus coming from the opposite direction.Like I always do , I did my mental math. Worst case scenario: I would have a minimum of 4 -5 feet between the car and the bus as they move past each other.Good enough i guess. Shifted gears again, full throttle at an RPM of around 7 x1000 . Then my world was all slow motion from thereon . Just like what you see in John Woo movies. I glanced at the car driver: a fair ,slender, 'bangled ' wrist came into view..my world froze.Felt my heart stop.'shit!!!' the tiny voice in my head yelled. Was i too late to pull out?? ..did I have enough time to overtake the car???..i didn't know. for all I knew; this wasn't something I had prepared for...
