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The Big Race
The Big Race
I got a call from a sometimes playmate that lives in Summerlin, over 20 miles NW of here in Henderson where I live. I jumped into my economical, low powered vehicle and soon was heading SE on the 215(I have a problem going to a location by starting off heading away from it but that's what -SCREENED- maps says to do)
I've lived near the 215 for over a year and have figured out why they call it that, it's the speed limit. Well, I went with the flow of traffic and managed to get off on the 95 exit going North where the traffic was only about 80 MPH, I was ok with that, thinking that it was nice to be able to cruise at this speed right through the city of Las Vegas. Suddenly I noticed that all of the other traffic was way behind me, only one new looking Mustang keeping up with me. Well, the cop decided to stop the Mustang instead of me(thank you God)and as I watched that unfortunate driver being pulled over I suddenly realized that I needed to exit soon to head to Summerlin. Immediately in front of me was the Salt Lake City exit and I was in the exit only lane going 70 and noticed the suggested speed for the curve was 35. The adrenalin surge almost popped my eyeballs out but I managed to slide, brake, accelerate, slide, brake, straighten out and get back between the white lines and start breathing again without hitting anything. I drove carefully and near the speed limit the rest of the way realizing that I wouldn't get the pussy if I didn't make it to her house alive. Drive carefully out there, get lucky/be safe...