Oh man. I’m a changed man. Yeah, that’s what I am right now.
I just arrived home from work. I just worked a Sunday shift and it effin sucks but that’s not the point. Guess what? I was able to resist the urge to race!
During Sundays, along the roads of EDSA, it’s pretty much a race track, especially at around 9pm onwards. There are so few cars that you can actually think that you’re playing Daytona instead of really driving.
As I was driving and minding my own business, I noticed an AE92 Corolla tailgating me. By tailgating, I mean he’s probably only around 3 or 4 feet away from me. That’s kinda dangerous considering we were traveling at speeds of 80-100 kph. If I suddenly hit the brakes, there’s a 90% chance that he’s gonna hit me.
By then, I knew he was itching to overtake me. If you put my past self in the wheel during this time, here are the things that I’d probably be doing.
1. Down shift in order to increase my acceleration and thereby signaling a challenge to him.
2. Squeeze through any space possible and in the process, scare the living hell out of innocent drivers.
3. The hell with buses and other public utility vehicles being the king of the roads.
I’m the new king, you dig?
4. And lastly, I always win. Well, I don’t really always win coz there are times when I lost. But hey, those times that I ‘lost’, they were to a souped up Civic SIR, Lancer Evolution 8, and Porsche Cayman. I believe those are valid exceptions.
What happened tonight was quite different. Sure I wasn’t really able to fully suppress my road raging ways, but for some reason, I set a limit to myself. I set a 100kph limit. If I can’t overtake him with that speed, then I’m gonna let bygones be bygones.
Sure enough 100kph wasn’t gonna keep him at bay. Once there was space, he overtook me easily. He was probably going at around 140kph. My max speed along the roads of EDSA is 160kph. He’s not bad but I think my past self would’ve beaten him.
Times are changing and I think I’m growing up. Man that just means I’m getting older. That sucks.
I guess it’s ok, because even with the growing up stuff and all that, it doesn’t really dampen one of the things that I wanna do even just once in my life. And that’s to be part of an official or underground street race. I know it’s dangerous, but hey, I wanna feel that mixture of euphoria and nervousness while I’m behind the wheel and waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
Later.
