Doin 150 I'm havin fun.
On a straight, my back to the sun.
Suddenly behind me, blue lights faraway.
The twistys comin up, oh crap what a day.
I throw my knee to the ground, oh boy what a curve.
Still doin 100, it seems so absurd.
But I must go faster, if I'm gonna win this chase.
I accelerate, the wind in my face.
My toes touch the tarmac, I'm goin so low.
My horse is howling under the load.
Concentrate I must, or I'll lose this fight.
I'd be put in jail to sleep tonight.
There is a road ahead in a curve.
A dark mountain trail, I take the turn.
Running down gravel as fast as I dare.
I pull over and shut it off, man I'm so scared.
Not one but two sirens I hear, pray for the best.
Starting to wonder, if I passed this test.
Louder they grow, approaching me fast.
But then the wails fade as the hurry past.
Utterly excited, copper taste on my tongue.
I go back the way I had come.
Once again, this deadly chase has been won.

DB
2/26/2008

Hmmmmmmmmmmm
ticket or life...
Interesting write Klug!

Thankyou for the comments...true story