Personal Narrative: My Car Race

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Imagine going 50 miles per hour completely sideways. At ten o’clock at night, with no moon, you can’t see anything outside of the beam of your headlights. Imagine being completely in sync with your car, your only focus is the finish line. Music blasting, engine screaming, but you don’t hear any of it. Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping.You have one goal. One focus. One purpose. Win. It was a chilly evening in late September, no moon, but a clear sky with lots of stars. My friends Kyle, Sael, and Joel, and I were at Sael’s house, and we were bored. Long story short, we decided to go to the trestle train bridge up by South Haven. It's a train bridge that goes over the clearwater river. Kyle and I got in my car while Sael and Joel got in Sael’s …show more content…
The long empty gravel roads, one corner after another. Literally no other traffic. Just you and an open road. You’re nervous and shaky, like always, but you’re not scared. You’ve driven this road so many times, you know it by heart, and it never gets old. You know the speeds, the angles, the bumps, everything. No surprises.
90 miles per hour, the gravel pulling you everywhere. The road, black as coal, snakes out in front of you. 70 miles per hour around a long right, your car is at a constant 20 degrees with the ditch. Then a sharper left, slightly downhill. Avoid the inside of the corner, those bumps will pull you into the ditch. Completely sideways, gravel pinging off the bottom of your car, dust piling up on the windows like a sandstorm. Open straight away, thick black cloud of dust behind you, back up to 90 miles per hour.
The road narrows. Massive trees close in and loom over the road, blocking out any sky or light that tries to slip through. Nothing but left, right, left for the next half mile, allowing you to see only about 50 feet in front of you. With barely enough room for two cars on the road, you don’t go slower than 45 mph. Four way stop ahead, take a sharp right at 45 mph, perpendicular with the ditch before you’re even in the