pedal to the metal
in a bid to make my money's worth with respect to my drving lessons, i burned enough rubber to turn capatain planet in his grave. along some inane australian street, i waited at the "give way" line. uphill. perfectly lined up, i observed the cars as the zoomed by. caught my oppurtunity. i proceeded into the necessary protocols, found the balance point and let loose the handbreak. this would be beautiful. until the wheels revved, but the car wouldnt budge. i floored the accelerator, only to be met with violent resistence and the smell of something burning. casually, the master took control and popped my gear into first. yeah, something was burning, and it was my master's pocket after he splurges on a new clutch.
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