#AtoZChallenge Letter K

Note: I’m keen on fast little sports cars and while I don’t drive this one, I know how the test drive would go.

Is It My Turn Yet?

“Vroom.”

“Vroom.”

Mic revved the engine of his new Laser Blue Lotus Exige. His right hand brushed the knob of the gear shifter between us. The needle on the tach surged to 3,200 RPM each time his foot depressed the accelerator. Zero to sixty in 4.7 seconds, 250 horsepower with 174 lb-ft of torque.

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“Are you going to put her into gear anytime soon?” I asked.

Mic glared at me and revved the engine again.

“Vroom.”

“I am enjoying the feel of the engine.”

“I bet it would ‘feel’ even better if she was accelerating.”

He sighed and slid her into drive. We eased down the road, slowly approaching 30 MPH. I pressed my foot hard on the floorboard willing the car faster, imagining shifting into second gear and then third. Mic and I toured the road for fifteen minutes. My foot twitched from the lack of speed.

“Is it my turn yet?”

He pulled over, and we switched seats. I settled into the cockpit and closed my eyes. Mic was right about one thing, just feeling the power of the idling motor was intoxicating. I took a deep breath, then opened my eyes as I jammed the drive shifter into first and pushed the accelerator to the floor. Tires chirped as they spun on the gravel, seeking traction. The car leapt forward slamming my body hard against the seat. The tach instantaneously hit 3200 RPM, and I slipped her into second. She ran through third and moved into fourth as the speedometer zoomed to 120 mph. My heart pounded in time with the firing pistons and the grin I wore threatened to break my face in two.

I think Mic was yelling something, but I didn’t really hear. Moving my foot from the accelerator to the break, I hit the pedal hard, down shifting, my body jerked forward as the sudden decrease in speed. The tires squealed in protest and I let my eyes flickered to the rear view to see smoke billowing behind us. As we came to a complete stop, the black smoke drifted past the cockpit window.

Mic was still yelling. The only things that registered were the throbbing of the engine and the voice in my head saying ‘Let’s do that again’.

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Jo Hawk The Writer