The Devil Z

A 5 year old dream
was laid infront of me
in this scrapyard.
A beaten and battered,
S30 Nissan Fairlady Z,
was left there to rot.

It's midnight blue paint overcoat,
glimmered as it basked in the sweltering sun.
As I walked towards it,
I could sense a presence coming from it.

The mechanic came over and told me that it was a notorious car.
A car which has already taken many lives,
killing it's owner each time.
Earning the title,
'The Devil Z'.

At that point of time,
I was scared for a moment
but a slight grin played across my lips.
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Midnight.
The cold breeze swept on my face.
I turned around and gave a final look at the car.
I knew that my life was at stake.
With a reassuring smile,
I clambered into the driver's seat.

I turned the ignition.

With that, a low grumble came from the hood.
Somehow, I could understand that she still doesn't approve me
as her owner yet.
With a slight push on the accelerator,
the 620 horsepowered engine roared to life.
I let go of the pedal.
It was obvious that she wanted to run.

With a kick on the clutch,
I shifted into gear and slammed on the accelerator.

It was intense.
The tachometer kept going up.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop.
I was estatic.
180km/h..
220km/h..

The Z just kept on going.
The engine produced such demonic speed.
All 620 horsepower going to the rear tires.
The world was a blur.
The traffic seemed like it wasn't moving.
It's as if time came to a stop.
I could just run forever.

I stepped on the pedal alittle harder.
Now at 250km/h,
I was abit worried myself.
But I trusted the car.
I trust that it won't screw up on me like it did on the previous owners.

As time dragged on, I started to wear out.
However, she refused to let me go of the pedal.
As I approached the corner, I slowed down a little
and turned the steering.

However, the car refused to respond to my counter-steer.

We slammed right to the road barrier.

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I stepped out of the car
and watched as the sun began to rise.
Lucky enough I made it alive through the night.
True enough, rumours of the car were for real.
However, it wasn't the car's fault. It was the driver's.
Even if one looses his concentration for a second,
the 'Fairliady' would reveal her horns and turn that night to a living hell.

I then laughed to myself.
I guess,
Even though she's a Devil, she's still a lady after all.