#15 Sentence Variety

Faster, faster, faster. The engine was roaring and the black hood on the car was rumbleming up and down. My foot felt weightless as it pushed the peddle down more and more. For once I felt like I was flying. I glanced down at the spedometer every few seconds. 60mph, 70mph, 90mph, 100mph. I said in my head. I couldn't run away from my thoughts fast enough, I kept accelarating. Riding the curves. Left then right. The world was flying around me faster then I had ever seen, until I saw a flashing "167" on the police speed meter on the side of the road. Breathless, I took my foot off the peddle. It felt like my body was empty, except it definetly was full of a sweaty pile of me. It wasn't more than a few seconds until the completly expected red and blue flashing lights were behind me. I had nothing else to do except coast to a stop. Slower, slower, slower.