to slow down.
Wolf made a sudden attempt at a pass, while Cooper responded with a sharp maneuver to block him. The sound of Wolf’s engine downshifting could be heard as Cooper watched him in the rearview mirror. His lead grew as he pushed his Porsche even harder.
Cooper knew that Wolf would do anything to win. He’d raced the guy before and had learned a few of Wolf’s tricks and strategies. Come on, Wolf, make your next move, Cooper silently taunted as they approached the on-ramp to the freeway.
Although the traffic was somewhat heavy, the open expanse of the freeway was a golden opportunity. This is your chance, Coop. Give it all she’s got. He quickly shifted into third gear as he turned onto the ramp, looking back to see Wolf only inches away.
The cars surged up the ramp, both engines growling as they were pushed to their limits. As Cooper crested the top of the ramp, he refused to be fazed by all the sounds of disapproval. In fact, he accelerated past 100 miles per hour.
Cooper’s confidence about his upcoming victory was quickly squashed by the sight of Wolf’s shiny grille in his rearview mirror. Deciding it was time for some dirty tactics, Cooper cracked an evil smile as he noticed a large truck with its turn signal on that was moving into his lane.
Without hesitation or fear, Cooper shifted into fourth gear and hammered down on the pedal. The sound of gravel could be heard under his car as he swerved around the merging truck and slightly onto the shoulder.
Try that on for size! Cooper could see Wolf and his blue car swerving from side to side while attempting to find a hole. He sped off, taking full advantage. After a couple of minutes he figured he’d won, free and clear.
Glancing in his mirror, Cooper could no longer see any sign of Wolf. Looks like you gave up too easily, my frie—what the . . .
Cooper could see a BMW fast approaching from his right side, like a bullet fired from a gun. Cooper knew there’d be glee on Wolf’s face, taunting Cooper as he drove. His heart pounding, Cooper pressed his engine as hard as it would go.
His focus turned back to the road in front of him in time to notice the distinct sky-blue nose of a Crown Victoria protruding from the vegetation lining the median. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had a run-in with the local police department, and he was only too familiar with those cars.
To prevent a catastrophic ticket, another bad mark on his driving record, he quickly downshifted and applied the brakes. With a slight chirp of the tires, he slowed to just five miles per hour over the speed limit in the knick of time.
He looked back at his rival and friend as the gap between them began to close at a quick rate. Cooper noticed Wolf wasn’t slowing as he moved to the left lane to make his victory pass.
Knowing Wolf didn’t need any more stressors in his life, Cooper did all he could to point out the police cruiser. He soon realized his warnings were going unseen as Wolf kept on speeding, his focus too narrow to care.
You fool; you couldn’t say I didn’t warn you, Cooper thought as he watched Wolf’s brake lights glow and his tires smoke in what looked like a panicked deceleration.
Yes, the police cruiser lit up with flashing red and blue lights and pulled out, maneuvering behind Wolf’s car, signaling him to move to the shoulder. Cooper, now safe, took the next exit to the airport.
He glanced at his large aviator watch as he pulled into the airport employee parking lot. He was on time, since his street-racing session had ended with little cost to his normal commute. He pulled into his usual spot and stepped from the car looking absolutely impeccable in his hand-tailored uniform.
Catching the first employee shuttle bus he could find, he sat quietly with his flight bag and suitcase positioned neatly beside him. Since he’d been flying out of the Seattle airport for the better part of six years, he had his daily routine down to a science. Even if he
Wolf made a sudden attempt at a pass, while Cooper responded with a sharp maneuver to block him. The sound of Wolf’s engine downshifting could be heard as Cooper watched him in the rearview mirror. His lead grew as he pushed his Porsche even harder.
Cooper knew that Wolf would do anything to win. He’d raced the guy before and had learned a few of Wolf’s tricks and strategies. Come on, Wolf, make your next move, Cooper silently taunted as they approached the on-ramp to the freeway.
Although the traffic was somewhat heavy, the open expanse of the freeway was a golden opportunity. This is your chance, Coop. Give it all she’s got. He quickly shifted into third gear as he turned onto the ramp, looking back to see Wolf only inches away.
The cars surged up the ramp, both engines growling as they were pushed to their limits. As Cooper crested the top of the ramp, he refused to be fazed by all the sounds of disapproval. In fact, he accelerated past 100 miles per hour.
Cooper’s confidence about his upcoming victory was quickly squashed by the sight of Wolf’s shiny grille in his rearview mirror. Deciding it was time for some dirty tactics, Cooper cracked an evil smile as he noticed a large truck with its turn signal on that was moving into his lane.
Without hesitation or fear, Cooper shifted into fourth gear and hammered down on the pedal. The sound of gravel could be heard under his car as he swerved around the merging truck and slightly onto the shoulder.
Try that on for size! Cooper could see Wolf and his blue car swerving from side to side while attempting to find a hole. He sped off, taking full advantage. After a couple of minutes he figured he’d won, free and clear.
Glancing in his mirror, Cooper could no longer see any sign of Wolf. Looks like you gave up too easily, my frie—what the . . .
Cooper could see a BMW fast approaching from his right side, like a bullet fired from a gun. Cooper knew there’d be glee on Wolf’s face, taunting Cooper as he drove. His heart pounding, Cooper pressed his engine as hard as it would go.
His focus turned back to the road in front of him in time to notice the distinct sky-blue nose of a Crown Victoria protruding from the vegetation lining the median. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had a run-in with the local police department, and he was only too familiar with those cars.
To prevent a catastrophic ticket, another bad mark on his driving record, he quickly downshifted and applied the brakes. With a slight chirp of the tires, he slowed to just five miles per hour over the speed limit in the knick of time.
He looked back at his rival and friend as the gap between them began to close at a quick rate. Cooper noticed Wolf wasn’t slowing as he moved to the left lane to make his victory pass.
Knowing Wolf didn’t need any more stressors in his life, Cooper did all he could to point out the police cruiser. He soon realized his warnings were going unseen as Wolf kept on speeding, his focus too narrow to care.
You fool; you couldn’t say I didn’t warn you, Cooper thought as he watched Wolf’s brake lights glow and his tires smoke in what looked like a panicked deceleration.
Yes, the police cruiser lit up with flashing red and blue lights and pulled out, maneuvering behind Wolf’s car, signaling him to move to the shoulder. Cooper, now safe, took the next exit to the airport.
He glanced at his large aviator watch as he pulled into the airport employee parking lot. He was on time, since his street-racing session had ended with little cost to his normal commute. He pulled into his usual spot and stepped from the car looking absolutely impeccable in his hand-tailored uniform.
Catching the first employee shuttle bus he could find, he sat quietly with his flight bag and suitcase positioned neatly beside him. Since he’d been flying out of the Seattle airport for the better part of six years, he had his daily routine down to a science. Even if he
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