Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Thrill of the Kill

I like to get where I’m goin’ in a jiffy.

Simply put, I like to go fast.

I’m not sure where I got the need (…the need for speed!)

Maybe it was the Beach Boys cd that my dad got for me when I got my car.

They just put pep in my step.

Or maybe it was the fact that I drove a muscle car for my first car?

I still have that Camaro by the way. It was a stick shift. It was meant to be driven that fast.

Or maybe, it’s the fact that I’ve decided I’m going to drive fast cars for the rest of my life.

I currently drive a Monte Carlo SS to add to this decision. I also want a new Camaro for graduation from law school. Yes, I’m stating this now. I figure people will want to contribute and I plan to help that process along just as much as I can.

Maybe, just maybe it was all that Nascar that I watched growing up.

I mean after all, we went to the races on Friday night and Sundays were devoted to who wiped out in 235th lap in the summer time.

Or maybe, it was the fact that my dad didn’t prefer that I go fast.

The rebellion factor definitely was a draw, I admit.

And while all of these are very good reasons why I go fast, there’s just one reason that beats them all out.

The reason I like to go fast is for the thrill of the kill.

And by kill, I mean totally leave the kid who thinks he’s too cool for school sitting in the next lane in the dust once the light turns green.

I’m talking about smoking a boy at the stoplight.

You know what I’m talking about.

They’ve even made a bumper sticker for it. You know the one that goes…

”You’ve just been passed by a girl.”

Yeah, that one.

I don't have it. It's tackier than all get out, but it still is what you're thinkin' when it happens.

Boys act like they don’t care, but I know they do.

The reason I know they do is because I speak from experience.

One time, when I was in between dating and being a friend with benefits, I was having a bit of a day and was on my way home.

I looked over and there he was in the lane next to me.

A college dreamboat. A college dreamboat that just happened to make someone in particular jealous.

I was probably 18 or 19 at the time.

I decided to reel him in...slowly but surely.

When I made it to the stoplight, I suddenly felt the need to put on a fresh coat of Lip Smackers in French Vanilla. (By the way, I still swear by this gloss.)

I made sure that my sunglasses were just right.

I checked my phone to see what time it was.

I turned on the Beach Boys. Okay, so they did have an influence. What can I say? They write fast car songs. And they happened to pump me up.

I looked over and acted like I saw him for the first time, smiled and waved and then looked straight ahead.

He revved his engine.

Clearly, he had taken the bait.

I revved back.

And here comes the best part: the thrill of the kill.

I smiled one last time.

The light turned green.

And I left his little GMC Sierra in the dust.

There's just nothing like watching a guy hit his steering wheel in the rear-view mirror out of disgust.

Nope...sure isn't.

Wanna know how I know he's still disgusted?

Because after I applied my lip gloss, put on my sunglasses and flashed my wedding bling, I smoked him AGAIN yesterday on my way to my hair appointment.

Nope...there's just nothing like it. Well that is of course, unless you do it again.

Happy Thursday.

3 comments:

Mrs. Potts said...

I with you sweets! I LOVE fast cars!! Always have. Mr. Potts' new car is a sweet little 535 & is fast!

when we were shopping, I got to test drive a 335 & told the salesperson I was going to let it go. I hit 100 on the entrance ramp to the interstate. His jaw hit the floor. :)

brown eyed girl said...

I want a Saab 9-5 for graduation!

But in more important matters, your Camaro, does this mean you are from a Chevy family?

Brittany Ann said...

LOL! LOVE THIS! Oh man, too good! I wish it was on video! I want to re-live it with you!

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