THE ECSTASY OF SPEED

This is an entirely fictitious story. It never happened. I made it all up. So help me God. Oh, and the opinions expressed in this fictional piece do not remotely reflect the author’s personal views. It’s fiction, OK? It’s just my imagination.
Words: Boris Mihailovic

I’m a filthy degenerate. No two ways about it. I speed every chance I get. I always have. I always will. My licence has been shredded more times than a Liberal senator’s meeting notes.

You’d think I’d have learned my lesson by now. But some dogs can’t be trained. They remember when they were wolves. And now and again, that old primeval switch gets flicked in their brains, and they howl at the moon no matter how often you’ve tried to beat compliance into them.