My girlfriend and I had been arguing for the past few weeks. From the biggest issue till the smallest topic one could ever imagine. She kept on bugging me to quit my car race team. But how can I? This has been my life even before we met; the team has been my family for more than three years now. She said that lately, things are getting too risky.
It's because we don't only race on the streets closed to the public, we are now trying to race while the cars and trucks pass on the two-way street to and fro. I know that it really is dangerous to do it, but the more hazardous it is, the more thrilling the experience would be.
One night, my team called me for another rendezvous. I tried to get ready while at the back of my mind, there's something that's telling me not to. While setting up the car, my girlfriend called me and asked if I could come over to her place. When she heard that we will be racing and I won't be able to be there, she fretted. I thought this would be another one of those endless discussions that would lead to intense arguing so I decided to hang up the phone instead. Suddenly, I became hesitant to meet with my buddies. I was thinking of calling and telling them that I can't join that night. But my ego surfaced instead. I knew that if I pass they would be teasing with me words like chicken, baby and alike.
The race is on. One and then two cars were hitting the road. So few that we thought of accelerating more speed. As we go through the road, more and more cars, trucks are with us now. Although they are miles away from each other, it is still considered to be congested for riders hitting the speed of 170 mph. I became bored. I increased more speed and so excited I am, I boasted to my fellows, shouting my throat out as I drive one-handed.
To my surprise there's a car right in front of me, driving at a slow pace. I hit the brakes but it was too late! My bumper hit his rears even before I knew it. It was a big collision that I became deaf with the sound of my car crashing into his. That's the time I thought of my girlfriend giving me a warning of what might happen in this guy-bonding of ours.
I felt my head hitting the airbag. My car's bumper crushed like a tin can and a sudden pain was felt, then oblivion. The last thing I remembered was the paramedics telling me to relax and everything will be alright. I gained consciousness at the hospital, with my girlfriend and mother crying beside me. I was trying to move my legs but I couldn't feel anything.
I became nervous and asked everyone why I can't feel anything on my lower body. One of my buddies told me that both of my legs have to be amputated due to the severe damage the accident brought. For the first time in my adult life, I cried. It really is one big token that would always remind me of the accident I encountered that night.
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