He has the Ferrari and I think he’ll be our biggest competition.”
I scanned the four cars, all brand new, top of the line models.
“I hope you know how to drive then.” I agreed with him, the Ferrari would probably take the Lamborghini so I was hoping he had a magic trick up his sleeve.
As we climbed into the car, I suddenly became worried that Clint was only doing this to prove he could do something dangerous and out of control. I mean, it was one thing to do something crazy, but doing it and looking like a fool was not going to help Clint step out of that box.
“Don’t look so worried Norah,” Clint was trying to reassure me, “you may have your naked painting and guns to help you escape… but me, when things get too much for me… I, drive, ” and with that I was pushed back into my seat as he accelerated to top speed over to the starting line.
The four cars lined up over the two-lane woodland road that stretched into the mountainside. I felt adrenaline already hitting my body and I shook with anticipation. The engines all roared to life, and I could faintly hear the screams of the crowd behind us. A tall lanky guy that I hadn’t noticed in the crowd earlier, walked in front of the cars. All the headlights shone towards him as he began to make movements with his arms. “Last chance to change your mind,” Clint said, but I just shook my head.
The lanky guy’s hands dropped and the cars all propelled forward, the Ferrari taking the lead, followed by us, the Jaguar and then the Maserati. The road was only big enough for two cars at any given time, so to get past the leader; Clint would need to find a way to shoot past someone who fell to the side when taking the corners.
The road twisted up round the hillsid with the cars now lined up two and two behind each other. The Jaguar and Ferrari out front and us and the Maserati behind. “There are two clearings near a couple of turns up ahead and that’s when I’ll get in.” I could only nod as Clint explained his strategy, not able to take my eyes off the road, my heartbeat exploding through my chest. I was gripping the seat as Clint rounded one of the first clearings near a sharp turn. The Jaguar did not take it smoothly, swinging out wide and allowing Clint to take up position in first place next to the Ferrari. I breathed a little easier and then I felt Clint’s hand resting on mine as I continued to hold onto the leather interior. I took a moment to look at how calm he appeared to be driving. The situation was not fazing him at all. He even seemed relaxed. Damn that’s sexy.
“We have to turn around at the top and I’ll have to take the inside road down if I want to stay out front.” I turned my hand in towards his and squeezed his palm in assurance. Clint quickly turned to face me, “Norah, this right now, is for you.”
Everything moved very quickly as we reached the top. In the span of a few seconds, all four cars spun and propelled around and back into a steady rhythm towards the road, sticking as close to the mountain as they could. In the haze of smoke and engines roaring, when the cars emerged from the cloud of dust, it was Clint who drove victoriously from the bunch, taking the lead and maneuvering his way back down towards to the bottom. The Ferrari tried to swing past on a couple of attempts but Clint anticipated the moves and pulled out in front of him on both tries. I could hear the cheering as we sped past the finish line. Clint slowed the Lamborghini and turned it back so he could park near the group who were whistling and chanting as we climbed out of the car, “Laaaaa Pell…. Laaaaa Pell…. Laaaaa Pell.”
I was still shaking from the adrenaline when I grabbed at Clint’s shirt, “Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?” I was breathless.
“I told you, when things get too much for me, I drive.” He was completely steady.
“Then you must be in one hell of a pressure cooker.” Clint just gave me an
I scanned the four cars, all brand new, top of the line models.
“I hope you know how to drive then.” I agreed with him, the Ferrari would probably take the Lamborghini so I was hoping he had a magic trick up his sleeve.
As we climbed into the car, I suddenly became worried that Clint was only doing this to prove he could do something dangerous and out of control. I mean, it was one thing to do something crazy, but doing it and looking like a fool was not going to help Clint step out of that box.
“Don’t look so worried Norah,” Clint was trying to reassure me, “you may have your naked painting and guns to help you escape… but me, when things get too much for me… I, drive, ” and with that I was pushed back into my seat as he accelerated to top speed over to the starting line.
The four cars lined up over the two-lane woodland road that stretched into the mountainside. I felt adrenaline already hitting my body and I shook with anticipation. The engines all roared to life, and I could faintly hear the screams of the crowd behind us. A tall lanky guy that I hadn’t noticed in the crowd earlier, walked in front of the cars. All the headlights shone towards him as he began to make movements with his arms. “Last chance to change your mind,” Clint said, but I just shook my head.
The lanky guy’s hands dropped and the cars all propelled forward, the Ferrari taking the lead, followed by us, the Jaguar and then the Maserati. The road was only big enough for two cars at any given time, so to get past the leader; Clint would need to find a way to shoot past someone who fell to the side when taking the corners.
The road twisted up round the hillsid with the cars now lined up two and two behind each other. The Jaguar and Ferrari out front and us and the Maserati behind. “There are two clearings near a couple of turns up ahead and that’s when I’ll get in.” I could only nod as Clint explained his strategy, not able to take my eyes off the road, my heartbeat exploding through my chest. I was gripping the seat as Clint rounded one of the first clearings near a sharp turn. The Jaguar did not take it smoothly, swinging out wide and allowing Clint to take up position in first place next to the Ferrari. I breathed a little easier and then I felt Clint’s hand resting on mine as I continued to hold onto the leather interior. I took a moment to look at how calm he appeared to be driving. The situation was not fazing him at all. He even seemed relaxed. Damn that’s sexy.
“We have to turn around at the top and I’ll have to take the inside road down if I want to stay out front.” I turned my hand in towards his and squeezed his palm in assurance. Clint quickly turned to face me, “Norah, this right now, is for you.”
Everything moved very quickly as we reached the top. In the span of a few seconds, all four cars spun and propelled around and back into a steady rhythm towards the road, sticking as close to the mountain as they could. In the haze of smoke and engines roaring, when the cars emerged from the cloud of dust, it was Clint who drove victoriously from the bunch, taking the lead and maneuvering his way back down towards to the bottom. The Ferrari tried to swing past on a couple of attempts but Clint anticipated the moves and pulled out in front of him on both tries. I could hear the cheering as we sped past the finish line. Clint slowed the Lamborghini and turned it back so he could park near the group who were whistling and chanting as we climbed out of the car, “Laaaaa Pell…. Laaaaa Pell…. Laaaaa Pell.”
I was still shaking from the adrenaline when I grabbed at Clint’s shirt, “Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?” I was breathless.
“I told you, when things get too much for me, I drive.” He was completely steady.
“Then you must be in one hell of a pressure cooker.” Clint just gave me an
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