seen the nicer parts of the city. Makes me feel small. This city is like an anthill. Where I live is at the bottom and near the top it makes you realize that life is a whole lot different up there. As I was driving the taxi near the depot, I saw some cars getting ready for a race. I wanted to join, but I don’t have my car. As I joined in on the crowd I took on the bets. There was a green sports car and a gunmetal muscle car. Standing out here in the rain with others trying to keep each other warm is like penguins fighting to survive in the winter. We all wanted to see who would win this race. The winner would be the one getting warm. The stop light turned green and the cars were off. They were speeding down the road and turned back. It was tied. Neck and neck, they were fighting for the number one spot. In a split second, I blinked; the green car won just by the hair. It was astounding. The racer comes out and turns out: it was the guy from the cab!. I just drove him home and now he's here? I just sat back in the crowd, in the rain.
The only thing I could hear was the people talking about the drops of rain splashing all around us. I walked home after that. I knew that there were driving circuits all over the city, I've been to them. As I arrived at the garage of my house, I opened the door to see that my car, it was wrapped, hadn't been used since my last rodeo. I took the wrap off the car to see its beauty.
A Midnight purple sports car. An old model from the late 90s to the early 2000s. I opened the door; it felt sticky opening the door since it hasn't been opened in a while. The door opened and I had to let it sit for a minute. It smelled. I grabbed an air refresher and emptied some stuff out of the car. I also cleaned it with a vacuum. After all that I turned on the car. It growled and roared for a second. I opened the
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Ashton Kerr