Daniel pushed his foot down on the accelerator propelling the car forward. 90… 100… 110… the speedometer kept turning ever so slowly as the engine punished itself to obey its driver. This was what Daniel lived for. A weekend drive, the top down, the sun gleaming off the hood of his 2003 BMW M3, and no one to bother him for another 36 hours. The weekend was his.

He knew this road well, one of his favorites for his weekend ritual. Up ahead came the swooping corners that formed the road into a snake as it slithered through the low hills of the country side. This was where he would shine. Daniel knew these corners like an F1 driver learns a track for his big race. He took his line and pressed down on the accelerator.

Not even seconds later, out of nowhere, a newer model SL screamed by him with no regard for the solid yellow line. Daniel pulled off the accelerator and was able to catch a glimpse of long blonde hair flowing over the head rest of the Mercedes. “Not today” he mumbled as he jabbed his foot into the floor of the car shooting it faster through the curves. The race was on.

Daniel was never much of a proud man. However, being passed by a girl did not bring out his humility. He knew this stretch of road better than the engineer who designed it and he would not be losing today. His BMW sped through the corners as he tried to catch up to the girl with the blonde hair. Daniel was doing some of his best driving ever. He was going deeper into the corners before hitting the breaks and accelerating faster through the apex. He was gaining on the SL.

After a mile of intense driving he was on the back bumper of the Mercedes. It was time for him to make his move. Daniel punched the accelerator and pulled across the center line. The lady with the blonde hair shot her SL forward and pulled in front of Daniels BMW. He quickly pulled off the accelerator ever so slightly then slammed back on it as he pulled around the right side of the Mercedes. His M3 was screaming as it used all of its 333 horses to keep up. It was an all out drag and only a quarter mile ahead lay a sharp right hand curve.

Daniel was committed at this point, there was no going back. He shifted and pushed his car even farther past the point of no return. They were side by side racing towards what was a certain end. Daniel glanced over at his competition; the blonde’s hair flowed graciously as she gave Daniel a little wink and edged her car forward. Daniel thought that this wouldn’t be such a bad way to go. He wondered at what the headlines would read describing the tangled wreckage of two cars and this mysterious blonde with this average guy.

The corner was moments away and they were both still pushing forward not ready to admit defeat. At the last possible moment they both slammed on the breaks and both cars slid through the corner in an almost choreographed dance. The girl with the blonde hair was the first to recover control and she shot her Mercedes out in front of Daniel. As soon as she had appeared she was gone; she zipped off through the next few corners and off a side road, never to be seen again. Daniel should have been upset at losing to this gorgeous woman without even knowing who she was. However, he sat in his car and smiled with a sense of content satisfaction. This was what he lived for.