It’s just this thing we do.
Blow off a little steam.
You know what its like.
Being young. Chaffing at the bit.
Wanting to let loose and just drive until the road runs out.
So, sometimes we come here in the dead of night.
We’re not totally stupid. The girls walk down and make sure the place is empty.
Then we hit it and drive hell for leather down the stairs, hugging the corners and flying over the ramps.
It’s adrenaline like nothing else.
No margin for error.
No time to second guess yourself.
It’s just you and the wheel and the road.
Friday Fictioneers again. This week’s picture made me think of wheelchair races, then I saw the headlights at the top of the stairs and I thought, “How cool would be to drive full speed down those stairs.”