Blasting through space in the enclosed aerodynamic steel and glass bubble, time goes slower for us. On the outside of our space capsule, events are happening faster compared to the heartbeats of the animals inside. People at very high speed go through less time than people at rest.
Drifting up to slower cars, a high-speed driver must concentrate. The dawdling driver may have checked the mirrors seeing a dot in the distance, but the fast driver could materialize before a head-check is made.
Lots of dead stopped traffic.
This is really cutting in to our elapsed time.
I operate the radio
Tuning down the dial
Discovering the annual gigantic college student party
The Freaknic was on
The Party erupted all around us. I enjoyed this, hanging half my body out the window. Hoo hooing. The businessman driving was nervous; the traffic was dangerous, unpredictable. And all these people “A fender bender could easily become really bad for us” he said. “Yes well, it's worth it, just don't hit anyone.”
People jumping out of stopped cars spontaneously dancing. Exuberance, freedom and sexy women contained by the expressway walls. I see many half-gallon size liquor bottles being waved about by the handle. Plenty of dancing, very sexy scene - often on moving cars, giant suvs and convertibles. I like a good party but we gotta go.
After that crazy fucking party the sky darkened and rained. This car does quite well with the street tires and all wheel drive. The brakes inspire confidence since this weather is what they are designed for. However, over 100mph in the rain this thing does feel crashable.
