As he increased the distance between himself and the fork on the road that he had just passed, he felt his heart slowly disappear. He was all alone. A solitary red comet smoothly finding it's way past numerous vehicles blissfully unaware of the events that had just happened.
My way, on my highway...
Tunnel vision begins to set in as he shifted once again to a higher gear and floored the accelerator. Gaining more speed, he noticed the vehicles that normally appeared to be blurrs have been transformed into shapeless shades of colors.
Vertigo...
In spite of the acceleration, he felt slow. His crimson ride is no longer enough. It is essentially part of the past that he has left behind and, whether he liked it or not, is weighing him down. The steering wheel has become stiff. The accelearation is not what it used to be anymore. And it's handling felt heavy.
What is wrong with me?!?!?
Distracted by his thoughts, he came back to his senses in the last second to see that he is about to enter a very sharp curve. Stepping on the brakes and turning his car into the direction of the curve, he lost control as he and his mount slid sideways, helplessly towards a wall. Darkness consumes him.
DANG IT!
Waking up, he was surprised to find himself still among the living. Except for a few bruises here and there - and an almost non-existent heart - he was ok. Taking a deep breath to savor the joy of living, he opened the door and stepped out of his car. Examing what was left of it, he found his once proud steed to be nothing more than a collection bent metal and rubber tires.
So much for that...
Like magic, a gold car stops beside him. It was a friend of his. A dangerous rival but a very good friend nonetheless. His friend offers him a ride home and tells him that there is a new selection of cars to choose from at the nearby junkshop...
For whatever it's worth...
Morning saw him at the graveyard of many a broken mount. He looked around the graveyard and was disappointed at not being able to find anything useful to him. He walked further into the graveyard and something unexpected caught his eyes...
What the?...
acciaccatura – crushing; i.e., a very fast grace note that is "crushed" against the note that follows and takes up no value in the measure
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